.a girl and a boy.

you sit there. next to me. trying to explain the whole thing. you hope id understand.

i sit here. next to you. trying to convince myself that youre right. i wish id understand.

so many things. so many reasons. do you think i care? call me selfish. watever. not everythings about you, you know. sometimes it has to be about me. just this time, i wanna make it right. i want it to be perfect. just this time, i wanna believe that fairytale happy ending aint fake. i really do. ive been fighting this skepticism. i bleed. maybe itll kill me. but i wanna try. i wanna believe. i wanna relive the part of me thats been died. here i am battling against the perpetual enemy of mine. there you are talking stuff that made me sick. youre not helping me. well, not that i need your help. i just need to know,,,are you gonna be there? are you gonna be a part of my story? my fairytale? or are you not?

im not asking for much...but please, if you cant see yourself in any part of the story, would you just go? i cant handle it. i dont have enough energy to fight against all odds and you. one battle is enough. more than enough. but yea, if you wanna play part in my fairytale, youre more than welcome to. hand me your hand. when we hold each other, well get our happy ending. hold me close when i go astray.

you ask me, "isnt it too cliche?"
i answer, "well...my version of a fairytale doesnt involve a beautiful princess, a knight in a shining armor, and a gigantic castle. my fairytale is about a girl and a boy who fall in love. they scream, they cry, they make up, they laugh, they love. just in love. all the time."

i look at you. you look at me. we both understand.