Meet me Halfway
When I was a kid, maybe, but as a grownup, I found out the truth, and it hurt more than a slap on the cheek could, but at least I wasn't being fooled any longer.
Luck is only another term for people who had been given opportunities and were able to grab them just like a coincidence.
Wishes, well, they would only happen if someone makes it happen.
That's how simple I think and how complicated I like to think.
"No way," I murmured, returning to the object of my concern as he stood outside the mall across the road. The persona was looking straight at me, and he was smiling.
In his plain black shirt, denim and black and blue Converse, my heart leapt, a sense of recognition.
Kyle.