She disguises herself but I know she is one. She has long red hair down her back and a sprinkle of freckles under her eyes and around her nose. She doesn’t talk much but when she does, she sings. She tells stories about women in yellow pants and capes and
Please don’t look at me that way,
Please don’t stare and then walk away,
Please don’t pretend to see straight through me,
Please don’t act like we’ve never met.
What will happen to me,
the one whose story doesn’t end riding away with prince charming?
What will happen to me,
the one whose life doesn't end having lived happily ever after?
"And they lived happily ever after".
In out childhood, how many times did our mother read that line, to us?
At the end of every fairy tale, of course
All fairy tales end with happy endings,
I started celebrating St. Valentine’s Day long ago, at school, when this holiday was not that widely-celebrated in our country. Approaching Valentine Day I am going to enjoy to the fullest!
I have been in a relationship with my first love for seven years on and off again. He is my best friend, lover, and supporter through all of our trials. At times we can't hold on so we let go, but our hearts always seem to find each other. Sometimes I question is he the one?
Hold, hold me tight
never let go of me because this feeling I'm having feels so right
closing my eyes and seeing your smile
...you see that is something that will never go out of style