Today was the first day I heard you say He was attractive. You see, the He isn’t important. It isn’t relevant. It didn’t quite matter what your following words were: “I mean yeah he’s attractive, but just no”. Well. I guess it did. It was you denying that you would ever go there. So that made me feel a little better. But you see, I didn’t want to ever let myself get back here. This whole liking what you can’t have shit. Because I know it’s going to hurt. And most feelings are those sneaky little bastards who latch on to whoever picks up a sledgehammer with the hopes of tearing down your emotional walls first. But some of my feelings for you seem more like a kid with a shitty home life, staring at the artificially perfect family portrait in a twelve dollar frame on aisle two. Because mine always strive to grab something I’m too far-sighted to tell isn’t tangible. Because hope is the headlights to my deer eyes. And I’m going to probably stay stuck in your pathway of light for a while, because I’m willing to risk being run over if it means getting a chance to see how much you might actually save my life.