All I want right now as I stand in this bar, searching and praying to find his eyes, is to not be in love with him. To be able to walk and talk and fucking breathe every day without feeling like the weight of the world is sitting on my chest. I just want the pain to end, the misery and agony of trying to live without him, gone. And Jesus, I can’t even begin to acknowledge the fact that by playing this song, he’s admitting to being in love with me too.
