Its funny how we fit into the same patterns. I wait for questions you never ask and you wait for answers I never give. And yet, to find comfort, we somehow reach out to each other time and again. Knowing for sure, it would never last.
You dont have words to comfort me and I dont have that special healing touch and yet we muddle through and find that somehow we are comforted along the way.
Its really funny how we fit into the same patterns and cannot find a way to hold on to it.