I was lonely.
I was waiting for someone for so long.
I realized that she really wasn't right.
I needed a good reason to let it go.
I didn't need a reason.
I just needed to let go.
I talked about my craziness.
I found no reason to grasp for any longer.
I let go.
I no longer have feelings that tormented me.
I started to believe in serendipity.
I found that it wasn't happening.
I reached out.
I found a hand that fit mine.
I realized my hand didn't fit hers.
I ignored the impossibilities.
I determined the "meant to be" situation.
I stepped back, she followed.
I want to let go.
I need to hold her.
I want to let go.
I need to let go.
I want to be bad.
I need to let go.
I need to let go.
Let me go. Believe in fortunate accidents.
I like you.