i am an avid non believer in many things but sweetheart, i believe wholeheartedly that your mind works in the most mysterious of ways, that your body's framework is built on nothing but constellations, that your eyes encompass thunderstorms and that if you bled, you would bleed golden galaxies. do not get me wrong, i remain a non believer in happy endings and romance and love that lasts but oh my god, even the shortest presence of your gasoline-being could set a wildfire alight inside of me.
I have finally stopped writing about the one boy that everything on this page is about. Is this moving on?