Because our lies matched. It was a sign.

Could be my soul mate / two kindred spirits / Maybe we're not / I guess we'll never / know

I want to look back. To look over my shoulder and see the Stop sign with huge reflective letters, pleading with Hannah. Stop!

If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star- late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, I'd be soaring in flight.

Because what if I got to know you and you turned out to be just like they said? What if you weren’t the person I hoped you were? That, more than anything, would have hurt the most.

I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.

And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.