Maybe we're both god-damn-passive.
Maybe that's how God wants things to be for me.
Maybe it's a lesson for me.
Maybe it was for me to learn that... it is possible.
Maybe timing isn't everything, though my head can't stop telling me otherwise.
Maybe we're both a step too slow.
Maybe I'm fantasizing way too much.
Maybe it's not time.
Maybe you don't like it there, or I don't like it here?
Maybe things don't turn out to be how we thought it should be.
Maybe there isn't we.
Maybe, just maybe there will soon be a real beginning, maybe.
Maybe, or maybe... I'm being stupid again. Probably.