They asked me to read them my favourite line...

Your name rolled off my tounge

I feel it welling up again.
Like a darkness that lurks outside tightly closed eyes.
My hands cover my ears, but my hammering heart destroys the deafening silence.

Beat. Beat. Beat .

Anatomical. Like clock work.
No doubt that I'll survive.
But will I live while I still have time?
My mind feels like no friend if mine.

You are not the one!
Were you ever the one?
Was I ever in love with you?
Or just in love with your validation?

For we are puzzle prices from different problems.
I can't figure you out.
Our edges touch seamlessly but in your world I'll never fit.

You are not the one, not matter much we push.
I think its best we move on.
You go back to the centre of your universe.
And ill find my place on my own.

Even a great, wise oak is not fully alive.
The dying parts of its insides toughen up to become protection.
Even when cuddled up under its shade, you can't touch its soul.
You carved your name into my sides, so I knew what hollow meant when you left.

Maybe the greatest thing we'll ever learn is just to love, but the luckiest is to be loved in return.

For love, real love is unconditional. Not time dependent. Least dependent upon reciprocity.

For when we declare that this world is over and its too late. Ill wait for you at those pearly gates.
For my greatest thing was to see your face and my favourite lesson was studying beauty that hides there.
And ill laugh how lucks not been my lady this life...

What if the princess was in love with the beast all along?