Tomorrow you'll be worlds away.

You appeared.
I took a chance.
But I never planned it to have this impact on me.
 
Before we even met I made it completely clear to myself that this was short.
That I couldn't get attached. Shouldn't get attached.
And so I promised myself that I just simply wouldn't.
 
And my plan worked well 'til the moment you stepped out my door
and I immidiatly started to miss you. Before you'd even left my porch.
 
And my world became gray. And dull. And boring.
And I still, after 54 hours, can't stop feeling your arms holding me tight.
 
And I never ever planned it to have this impact on me.