Getting better is so alien to me, to be the three that we set out to be. I pictured ruin or a split, but not writ, though we resolve to breathe! Still, I’m the type to measure in nights not days! Who stays? Who goes? Is it the same? Still, you’re the type to always be right not wrong! Won’t you stay? No, don’t go. I want to play. So, please say- Please say you will stay. I know you will always stay, my little rose. My little fae.