Reality
I keep telling myself that I'm over him, which is an obvious clue that I'm head over heel and there's no way of bringing myself back to reality. When there's a way that not even I knew. He is my reality. Sounds crazy right? But it's the truth. He keeps my head out of the clouds while everybody else hangs by a string as I start to float. But just because I like this guy doesn't mean that I'm going to ruin his relationship, just to start a new one with me. I always hear people say "If you love something set it free, and if it loves you back it'll come back to you." Well usually I would say "That's nothing but B.S!" But I'm gonna try this time. Because it's time to take risks and make chances. Or maybe I'm just afraid of getting hurt. Either way, I'm gonna let him come to me.