please don’t look at me like that
I’m so tired of that look
"We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot".
and it makes me feel so fine I can’t control my brain.
no one wants a wilting flower
so why are you pretending.
Scene from The Wind Rises.