i hate it when you meet someone new.
for some reason you have an attraction.
and you know nothing will ever happen.
yet you still hold on to that glimemr of hope.
the feeling of feeling 'complete' is still foreign to me.
who would have thought that my past would still be holding me down.
it has nearly been two years, yet i'm still scared to open up to someone.
even though, thats the one thing i want most in this world.