I'm lying to myself. I give myself false hope and false expectations that never match up to reality.
I twist circumstances around in my mind to make them seem better than they actually are. I think too much about the smallest, most insignificant gestures and blow them up like balloons and float around in this euphoric bubble of what could be and what I want to happen, and I'm always so let down by what I'm left with..an almost, could-be, maybe situation.
I read too much into a smile and catching someones eye from across the room.
I read too much into an accidental hand brushing and prolonged eye contact.
I tell myself that it can still happen, and I cling to the tiniest glimmers of hope, even though I know theres an itch I can't scratch that tells me I'm wrong, and I can't make something out of nothing.
I'm living in this fantasy world, where happy endings really do exist, and the boy and the girl always do end up together.
I'm tricking myself into thinking we're perfect for each other,
when in reality,
we may as well be strangers.