And just when she thought it wasn't possible, that she would be doomed do a life of incessant sorrow he saved her. There he had been hiding in plain sight, the both of them never believing it was at all possible. That the saying was in fact true: Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, Love gives us a fairytale.
For the longest time, she could not remember what it meant to be happy. Nor could she associate any sort of happiness with any kind of sobriety. And then it was different. Because finally it was uncomplicated and clear. Finally someone had loved her as much as she loved him. It was so simple, and right, and good. And so she wanted to believe that it was all just too good to be true. That soon some kind of ball would drop and he would find out everything horrible about her and leave her for good. But it never did. Thus she was left to wonder what the hell she could've done to have such a wonderful, perfect man love her.
About Me
- CatCuadrado
- She thought that with a pen and paper in hand she just might be able to save the world. That maybe her words would reach someone and then they just might change their mind about suicide or something. If she could just compile all her thoughts and tell the world the life stories she knew, maybe people would want to listen. But when reality set in she knew that people didn’t read anymore, or at least not nearly enough. And people didn’t look to books for inspiration unless it becomes a huge influential hit. And the chances of her attaining that were pretty slim. She wrote anyway. Because while it would be great to save the world with a pen and paper, she had a hard enough time saving herself. So maybe if she remembered it all and wrote it all down it would start to make a more sense. If she couldn’t save the world, the least she could do was entertain it.
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