The best time to breathe is before the sun rises. The best time to live is before every lazy person wakes up.
The best time to wait is when you know nobody’s coming. Even the person who’s in your mind right now.
I sit and hear nothing but broken lyrics pounding in my ears. I stare at the grass, people walking and running on my peripheral. I pay attention to every line of the song and think nothing. But he has always been in my head.
I try not to hope that he’ll come.
I try not to write about him.