Too many thanks and never any pleases, because...well, I don't know. We never asked for anything.
I didn't ask for you.
I appreciate you, but I'm not sure whether to love you for what you've done or hate you for what you did. The thing is, I do both, and it's confusing, and now I'm scared because I don't know how to love you when I hate you. It's just impossible.
I wish I could feel more today. It's all going to come crashing down anyways.
It's snowing. I'm thankful for that. But I can't help looking at the forecast and seeing it's supposed to rain tomorrow. The sky tears will wash the white away, and everything will feel strange, because your wonderland will disappear.
Maybe I'm just a pessimist.