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Lately, I wish things were different, and we could just be together. Sadly, they aren't. Sadly, this is not our fairly tale.

I'm not the girl your mother warns about. I do not smell like cigarette smoke and I do not taste like bitter rum mixed with flat soda. I make my bed every morning and I spend my night writing poems. I am not reckless and I am not wild; I am not careless nor am I vindictive; I am sweet laughter and innocent teasing, I am 'yes ma'am' and funny stories. I am not the girl your mother warns you about but after I've broken your heart because I cannot understand mine you will wish with all your being that she could have told you I was the real danger all along.

I'm the tide waiting for the moon to pull me.

Victory cannot be achieved without sacrifice.

All I know is that I've wasted all these years looking for something, a sort of trophy I'd get only if I really, really did enough to deserve it. But I don't want it anymore, I want something else now, something warm and sheltering, something I can turn to, regardless of what I do, regardless of who I become. Something that will just be there, always, like tomorrow's sky. That's what I want now, and I think it's what you should want too. But it will be too late soon. We'll become too set to change. If we don't take our chance now, another may never come for either of us.