I can't determine whether you're good for me or not. I hate saying this, but yeah, this time it feels kinda different.
It's weird being this open with my feelings, especially with someone like you. I used to hate being this type of person. I always put up this front about being independent and I only relied on myself for happiness. But for some apparent reason, you make me happy. We make me happy. Maybe it's the distance. Or maybe you are good for me.
And maybe I'm good for you.
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