#05012014

My mother is a fucking drama queen.

There's moments you have in which guide your thoughts to conclusions. Watching love pan across a silver screen brought me to one tonight. You're a fool, a fool that I've invested my last year and a half of thought into, who has no idea just how lovely of a fool you are. I'm not the kind of man that will beg for your affection, but I desire it. I won't ask for your attention, but I crave it. I don't need your affirmation to love you blindly, but I act it. Then, this cinematic moment where love was 100 feet tall in the shape of two godly attractive people, I realized no matter what I said, did, wanted, gave, no matter everything, nothing, or anything, you would not cure this case of unrequited love. To say I love you makes me a fool, and I'm beautifully foolish. So with these words and these thoughts I lay them in the universe, with heavy hope I'll wish upon stars and birthday candles for you to be mine, but now I know they're in vein of impossibility. Why would beauty ever love the beast? Fairy tales have different endings than every day life unfortunately.