A pale, bambi limbed girl's shy and blushing mind.
"Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us." - Marcel Proust
I wish you were with me here right now but then i also don’t want you with me here too. Neither will fix me. I want you with me to muffle the darkness, to wipe my tears, to kill the sadness. Make it go away. Please. I don’t want you here to see how horrible i am, or how horrible this thing is that inhabits inside me, drowning me.