"Who knew we'd be writing our own modern, crazy fairytale?
"No one," he murmured, kissing my cheek.
"Because the best love stories are never merely just written - they are lived."
- Ninya Tippett
Dear Darling,
I think that I
May just be
Addicted to
You.
I think that I
May just be
Addicted to
You.
My condition
Is called
Vacillation
You see.
I can't simply
Love or Hate
You.
And
The cause of
My condition
Is simply,
The presence of
Me and You.
{d.r.}
Beneath the jungles of my soul,
Vast and wide,
Filled with suffocating emotions,
Disturbed and confused.
There lies a little girl,
With her reflection,
There,
With her soul bare,
Deserted and destroyed.
{d.r.}
Fly my dear,
Fly towards the heaven,
From the earth.
Flutter your wings,
Beneath this exquisite sky,
Fly towards me,
Without a goodbye.
{d.r.}
I love You,
my dear,
my soul,
my heart,
my everything.
You are
my world,
my sunshine,
the stars,
to my moon.
You are
my Infinity,
You are,
my Eternity.
{d.r.}
Love, take care of
My heart.
Love, protect
My soul.
Love,
Love me till
Forever and Always ends.
{d.r.}
