Why do some things feel so [not wrong, but] awkward?
Maybe deep inside I've always wanted a texbook love story - like the stuffs I've seen in movies or read about in books.
Not like this.
And then I keep on hoping there'll be another chance in the future, another day for me to start over again.
But the moment passed me by...
Now I'm waiting again for things to go my way.
Now I'm waiting for my fairy tale.