this could be all i'm waiting for

as it always has been, when i fall, i fall hard, and fast.

i think i'm going to write a story about a chamaleon sorceress. a beautiful, but form-changing siren. everyone fell for her and her different faces. kind of like ariel. but ariel couldn't help being a dream and the maker of dreams. this girl, this witch, she had a choice.

you always told me that if someone is making you question your caring for them, they're obviously doing something very wrong. so i'm taking your words into account, to say that you're absolutely right.

this hurts. but i have to keep breathing. that's the trick. no matter how much i want to stop.