you say you really know me
you're not afraid to show me, what is in your eyes
Sunday, November 14, 2010 / 9:48 PM
'Girls often dream about this. Where she feels like a withered flower surrounded by all these fabulous people. Then out of nowhere, this prince on a white horse calls her name, holds her shoulder, gently touches her hair and walks her home. But that is too perfect.'
i feel like that now. . . but i know that the prince wouldn't come.
