this probably won't ever make real sense.

I never told anyone I loved you. Because I know if I did, and you found out, everything could change. You could change.

You would more than likely dismiss me, and I would walk back into the cool damp, and wait until another beach lay before me to walk on in the sun.

But there was a tiny chance, built on glances and arms and words. A tiny chance that you would look at me the way I needed you to, the way you look at the one you love every day. But if you did that and if you gave me that look, then you would be different. You would have changed, and not be the same. You wouldn't be the person I fell for.

I loved you for you, and not for what you could be.

So I'll leave this beach myself, and wait for another to roll around outside my cave.

I want to walk around in the sun again, but I want to be welcome to, from the beginning.

and all of the stars, they faded away.

you are not important, you do not matter, you are nothing against the suffering of the world.

Maybe it will all come back to me, or maybe I will come back to it.

But for now, it's just time to stop.

stop crying your heart out.