It Feels Like It's The End Of

You Know, Sometimes I Wonder What Things Would Be Like If I Just ... Met You One Day. Like Normal People Do. If I Just Walked By You On Some Street One Sunny Morning And Thought You Were Cute, Stopped, Shook Your Hand, And Said, "hi, I'm Daniel.

Love Is Illogical, Love Had Consequences--i Did This To Myself, And I Should Be Able To Take It.

I'd Once Been Fascinated By His Legend - All The Stories I'd Heard Before I Met Him. Now I Can Feel That Same Sense Of Fascination Returning. I Picture His Face, So Beautiful Even After Pain And Torture And Grief, His Blue Eyes Bright And Sincere. I'm Ashamed To Admit That I Enjoyed My Brief Time With Him In His Prison Cell. His Voice Can Make Me Forget About All The Details Running Through My Mind, Bringing With It Emotions Of Desire, Or Fear Instead, Sometimes Even Anger, But Always Triggering Something. Something That Wasn't There Before.

I Scream For Everything That Has Gone Wrong. I Scream For Everything Broken In Our Lives.

Idiotic Reply, June. Why Don't You Punch Him In The Face While You're At It. I Turn Even More Flustered When I Remember That I Have Actually Pistol-whipped Him In The Face Before. Romantic