When it doesn't wrap me up, I feel incomplete. I seem to fall apart.
I guess that's just it. I've fallen apart without this everlasting moment.
I don't believe in happy endings.
I don't believe in endings at all actually. But especially the happy ones.
I have a pair of little white socks. Take them as you wish.
But, I doubt that they'll fit.
By the way. It's been washed. Now the smooth butter is all that's left.
"We are trying to make our life into a fairy tale."
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