When were we ever getting tired of running around? All we do is wait for one to come and wait for them to leave again. It would’ve been okay if we just hid and never wanted the other to find us.
But that’s the reason we’re hiding in the first place, isn’t it? I want you to find me and you want me to find you.
But wanting something doesn’t always mean it is right. Oftentimes it isn’t actually.
We’re not little children anymore. We can’t keep shedding our covers, escaping every night just to play hide and seek with each other. It’s just another memory we could and should try to stay away from. Even my words are getting warped by this sense of facades I only kept for so long.
I couldn’t write anymore without the element of you in it. I couldn’t sing anymore without wanting to change the lyrics just so it wouldn’t remind me of our games. I couldn’t sleep anymore without seeing you behind my eyelids everytime I try to close my eyes. I just couldn’t.
I can’t keep chasing you around.
This is getting repetitive.
This is getting t i r i n g.
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