sixhundred'twentyone

When you were young, you'd wonder whether your swing could flip over the metal bar at the top, swing you all the way around and throw you to the ground bruised and broken. When you were a kid, you though it could happen, but you weren't afraid. All grown up; you know it can't happen, but you're filled with fear. You swing slower, instead of pumping for the sky. You don't jump off, you slow yourself to a stop. You'd never fling yourself into air mid-swing, because you're no longer dreaming of flying, you're just worrying about how you're going to land...

sixhundred'twenty

Because when she's not talking to him, she's not happy. And it really sucks and it's really stupid to allow yourself to rely on someone so severely, but she couldn't help it. She told herself, and all her friends, and anybody that cared to ask, that yeah, she was over it. They hadn't talked in a year, but that was okay. So, how come her heart still raced and her stomach still dropped whenever she saw his name?

sixhundred'nineteen

I know you think we can't be together, but can't you respect me enough to let me make my own decision? I know they'll be risks but I want to face them with you. It's wrong that we should be only half alive... Half of ourselves. I love you. So here I am. I have always been standing here, waiting. Isn't it about time somebody saved your life?

sixhundred'eighteen

Every now and then, those three little words slip out. No, not "I love you." And no, not "I hate you." But I miss you, and for an instant, I can't stand myself. Because I know you never thought about me half as much as I thought about you. Because I can't stop thinking about you... I can't get you out of my head – from under my skin.