In Case You Ever Find MePosted: April 8, 2015
I’m the one who randomly dreamed of serving you fried onion pizza on Pesach. (Again, true story.)
I’m the one who probably creeps you out, albeit unintentionally. I hate being that person.
I’m the one who is failing miserably at showing you that I care. Perhaps I care too much.
I’m the one who worries like crazy that you’ll never be given a chance. Your circumstances are so unique; so delicate.
I’m the one who prays that you find your way.
Yup, you found me.
Now please try your hardest to find you.