There are no flowers, no, not this time,
There will be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find.
-AFI, This Time Imperfect

I always get too attached. To someone, to something.
Anyone could be everything to me. Everyone could be nothing to me.

I don't know why we met.
Maybe because my life was so empty. And yours was filled with so much positivitiy and life.

Or maybe because you were make-believe like everything I ever loved.