You, I'm just not that into you, you know, yes you

Someday, someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked with anyone else. 

Being able to talk to you but not reach you kills me softly, but you keep me going and alive anyhow cos talking with you is like a gasoline in the car that keeps the car moving...better than not at all albeit the destination is unclear, but as long as the gasoline is still there, the car is moving...

I find myself unable to take a step back and here i am, driving in the path that I see only you...