Love is just a way to die...

I realise now that the harder my choice will be, the more I will be sure that the dreams I dream are truly what I want. You are exactly who I needed to meet - not only to remind me that more than whatever, I am a writer who lives for fairy-tales, and isn't anything at all without his emotions running wild. Because nothing isn't better or worse than something. Nothing is just nothing, and I cannot sustain myself on it. I need to feel - anything, anything at all, if only to remind myself that a lot can happen between now and never, and that who I am, isn't necessarily who I'll always be. I guess what I'm trying to say is that you might be the first person I could fall in love with, and not the kind of love I invent for my stories, but the kind I can't control, the kind that takes hold of me, that sets ablaze the heart, and helps me jump-start my soul. And I know I've written those words before, but somehow this turn around I think I'm writing them for me, and not to serve a notion of what is expected of me, or better yet, what I expected from myself. I could be wrong, god knows I've been before, but for the first time I don't even care - I don't even care one bit.