reset.

one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven. seven eleven. fated to meet. fated to like, and fated to fool. fated to break, appearing out of nowhere and returning everything to where it belongs. couldn't hide everything from myself for a very long time, couldn't let you change me, couldn't let you lead me somewhere directly opposite to where i wanted to go. and if you think you could find the right place eventually, i think i'd rather go alone. we'll cross this street, that's all, and then i'll let go of your hand and you won't even notice.