Maybe you're not lost
Maybe you just don't want to be found. And I'm still searching. Does that make me the villain, then? Because I never minded playing that part.
I'll imprison you in the tallest of towers until you hear me out. Until you hear me say I'm sorry.
Then you can go.
And only then.
But until I find you...
I guess I'll just keep spilling my thoughts to the screen and wishing on dandelions and waiting for rain and looking for shooting stars and writing on park benches and sending paper airplane messages to the sky for you.
Because I can be patient.
So I'll wait here.
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