it feels forced. it doesn't feel as easy as it was meant to be. i want it to be perfect so bad, but i can't see it happening the way i always dreamed.
maybe it was about the chase, and i'm a jerk because now, now that you are responding, i'm not interested.
or maybe i've changed, but i'm holding on to the past. maybe i have moved on, but i don't want to let you go.
i have to let you go. my heart already said goodbye. it can't be what it could have been. it'll never be what it was. it's only what it is now.