You noticed me like I noticed you.
We just wouldn’t admit it.
We both were afraid to love again.
Scarred, terribly, from the past.
Acceptance. We accepted. We let our guards down.
We were in love.
I doubted. You doubted. Our friends doubted. your friends doubted. Fool, you.
I let mine get the better of me. So did you.
Now we’re lonely, lost souls.
Searching. Unknowingly looking for the one thing we’re most afraid of.