The other day,
I walked down the mainstreet of downtown
Past a coffee shop
There was a boy in the window,
holding a coffee
He looked familiar,
but I don’t have the slightest clue who he was

The strangest thing though,
I could tell you what he did when he woke up this morning
The names of his dogs
His favorite song
The reason he quit playing basketball
How he does his hair

I knew what kind of coffee was in that stranger’s cup

I wanted to see you again.
I wanted to talk more.
But we don’t always get what we want.
I won’t get a hug.
I won’t see you.
I won’t talk to you.
I couldn’t fall back into the trap that was your eyes.

He’s the kind of guy you meet once
And tell your kids about
He’s cowboy boots covered in red clay dust
And he’s an extra dry martini on a rooftop bar
He’s the kind of guy you make wishes for on eyelashes
And dandelions
He’s the moment an Aspen tree’s leaves turn yellow
And the feeling you get when you see fireworks
He’s getting into a hot tub while it’s snowing
And the smell of a vanilla candle
He’s the kind of guy you think about when watching rom coms
He’s a molasses cookie
And antique red leather
He’s the kind of guy whose laugh you never forget
And he’s seeing the ocean for the first time
He’s the kind of guy you stay up until sunrise talking to
And imagine while reading books
He’s so beautiful
And I wonder when he’ll think so too

Yo soy yo y mi circunstancia

Running out of opportunities  

Running out of time  

Correr y correr y correr

Maybe one day my feet won’t slip

Tomaré la cornisa y me aguantaré



Life is what we do and what happens to us

Yo soy yo y mi circunstancia

Si no la salvo a ella no me salvo yo

In some ways, young love is the purest.
There is nothing you can use it for.
You fall in love on accident
make memories
learn from the heartbreak.