you’re the newest thing on my mind in a while. I feel so curious like a young child. I feel as if this’ll never go mild or old, even if we end up writing so many stories. This. Is. Glorious. Its like I was fighting through the stuffy air to reach a fresh breath for so long, that I thought anything and everything that pure was gone. It feels almost wrong, I mean it’s like I don’t deserve whats been given, it’s like I deserve the lump of coal like bad children on christmas, but you placed in some trust and gave me gold, as soon as I saw it shine, I was sold.
I kept running from things like this, always the same old excuses and I refuse to let this slip away, I refuse to let myself throw away something beautiful for same old pitiful life I used to live.