sometimes, people disappear. sometimes, they never look back. i didn't look back when i left, and i didn't expect you to care. i guess i didn't expect you to come after me, to hug me, to tell me i'm someone (when in truth, i am no one). i sort of knew you might possibly do it, but you did. and i slowly came back to you. and, sure enough, i drift away again. but you caught me and brought me back. back to you. back to safety.
i think i liked the way you chased me down, took me back, held my heart. but, deep down, i didn't have enough love to return it. so, now, i suppose i'll drift away again.
what a way to live.