I won't deny that I wish that the lie never existed, that I didn't tell Chloe nothing, that what you said that night was true. I'm falling and I don't want to land just yet. It's aching inside right now but I'd like to fall for a longer time. I want to fall till a pair of arms catch me, firm and proper. I don't want to hit the ground but if I have to, I will.
I will never deny that I'm not pretty, I will never deny that my body is never like Megan Fox's. I will never deny my patience is like Florence Nightingale's and neither is my personality brilliant. My eyes don't shine like Natalie Portman's and I can't serenade like Katy Perry. My responsibility is worse than a platypus and I'm more indecisive and doubtful than Britney. But I'm not famous and I don't want to be.
I want something real because isn't pain real? But I want something stable, dependable.
Sigh. Daniel says I'm a giving person. Because I believe in karma and I try. Maybe half the time my eyes are closed and inside the pain rips me apart.
I don't cry, I just let the stone cold silence torment to its heart's content.
Because,
Every story ends. And so will mine and I'm just waiting.