i put all my romanticism into that one night and i was never able to feel all this again. like, somehow this night took things away from me and i expressed them to you, and you took them with you. it made me feel cold, like love wasn’t for me.
she was only thirteen when she died. that meant something to me. i was that age when i first saw this. now i’m ten years older and she’s still thirteen, i guess.
i don’t wanna be one of those people who are getting divorced at 52 and falling down into tears, admitting they never really loved their spouse and they feel their life has been sucked up into a vacuum cleaner.