Have you ever find yourself searching for a familiar face in a big crowd? The hope in seeing that person someday. It's sad when the disappointment hits you and it hurts. But you should've known better than to have any hope at all, don't you? I mean, what are the odds that you'd be at the same place at the same time? But I can't help hoping. I'm just too silly sometimes. I'm such a hopeless fool.
Where are you?