It Is Impossible.

"more often than not, i fall in love with the possibility — the possibility of you catching my gaze, the possibility of accidentally bumping into each other, the possibility of feeling electricity the moment our skin touches, the possibility of you asking what my name is, the possibility of you romantically inviting me out by disguising with the words “we should hang out”, the possibility of my heart beating faster the moment you’re near, the possibility of you holding my hand, of you whispering into my ear, of you telling me all the sweet nothings a girl like me would want to hear, the possibility of you meaning every word, every look, every action hinting towards a possibility of there being an us, the possibility of you and i falling harder than we’ve ever fallen before, the possibility that it could lead to more, much more than we could ever imagine, the possibility that this is it and you’re the one.

the possibility is all i need sometimes to keep me on my toes, to keep me from closing up, to keep me positive that this could very well happen with the next guy that walks into my life. of course, i don’t really know that for sure, but i don’t really know that it won’t happen either. but i know that there’s always a chance."