We get sad maybe because we’re not ready yet to be happy. Or maybe, just maybe, we’re still not ready for anything. That when the day we finally get to be happy, we’ll get afraid that it will not last long enough, that it will also leave us.
I am lost, and you are still searching. But if we finally find each other, will we be ready? I know we’re both sad so when our eyes meet, it creates a world where the two of us is prepared. But I don’t think that world is ready for us yet. It’s like us, hiding behind a torrential rain.
It’s like us, still not ready to be happy.