every day i long for a happy ending for the both of us. with hope as resilient as this weather, i believe it can only be found when the time is right. though time never matters, these memories do. i have no clue what to do with you, and all the things i should’ve never said about you. the trick is to stay quiet and hopefully the feelings will sink between my teeth, your fingers, the visible gap when we sit next to each other, the genuine laughter and the insults you throw that never hurt me. what are we and who am i to you seems like the important questions that seek answers at the front door, until i decided to rightfully show myself the way out before these questions could. because my daydreams are almost always impossible to happen, and this one where we end up happier together feels just the same.