Maybe I’ll strike you as beautiful or charming or talented or intelligent. Maybe I’ll strike you as different, because you’ve already struck me as all of those things. Maybe something will happen. Maybe you’ll realize a good thing.

But maybe I’m just thinking too much. You know, like I always do. Maybe I’m getting my hopes up for nothing.

But maybe we’ll cross paths, and maybe we’ll both be breathless, speechless, so helpless, and maybe we’ll naturally… fall.

Maybe I’ll be important to you. Maybe you’ll be important to me. Maybe we’ll both be complete. Maybe we’ll get our hearts broken, maybe we’ll get our minds stolen, maybe we’ll have our blood frozen in our veins while we wait for this day.

Maybe I’ll strike you as different. Maybe you’ll strike me as different. Maybe it’s a good thing.