Sometimes I wish our life was a fairytale. Maybe then we would have our happy ending, and we would never drift apart, but our chapter ended before we even got the chance to try.

Sometimes I love to imagine a world where it's just you and I seated on our bench underneath the rattling branches of the tree where we first met, our hands a perfect knot as we gaze at the fading blue above, humming from the distant glow of retreating light, waving their last goodbye beyond the skyline.

Sometimes I wish I had the courage to tell you what my heart always sings, what I've always known from the first page of our story. that I was your gleaming knight, standing between you and those hunting demons, and you were my lady, pulling me out of the darkness into your radiance.

Sometimes I wish I weren’t a rust bucket; perhaps if my face weren’t painted, if my pages were free from red, then maybe there would be a portrait of you and I, perhaps a little one on your lap we called ours.

Sometimes I wish we had more time; maybe then I would be able to tell you what I think of those dark lines underneath your eyes and how gorgeous you look when you try to force up a smile even when darkness burns within.

Sometimes I wish our life was a fairytale; maybe then our pair would make a heart, and our quest through darkness and thorns would lead us to a castle made of all we dreamed, and our love will always be our dawn.