How can you fly when your wings are broken?

Why is it that when there is no hope, no way we could ever be friends again, I still find myself stealing glances at you?

Even though I lok away everytime you look at me, even though I preend don' care, and that I have moved on, deep down, I still need you to came back into my life....

Why do I keep wishing I'd bump into you sometime? Even when I know that it will never come true...??

my scar hasn't yet healed, the past seems to haunt me, friends have disappeared, i need a lending hand and a voice to say it's ok for big girls to cry. maybe then, i would be able to open up my heart and feel the pain, just for one last time.

Life is a journey, not a destination.