I’m starting to feel the pull. I’m starting to stand on the edge. And I’m starting to miss you every second I’m not with you.
Death is EVERYWHERE this year. Seeping in at every corner…does it always move this quickly?
Is it possible for our love to be this genuine without him realizing it? Is it possible for your soul mate to push love away? Maybe that’s how the world works. Choices inside fate.
Lifetimes go by in moments. And my heart aches to be able to speak the truth. To know the truth. To accept it. And perhaps to have him feel the same. Even though I know he does. That’s the worst part. That’s why it hurts. I’m unbelievably good at convincing myself of things. Maybe that will make me a good actress. And a trainwreck of a lover.
This is going to be a very. very. good year. I can feel it already. I’m sitting in my bed ready to sleep in it for the first time…first day of classes tomorrow. And all I can feel is hope, bliss and love. I love Arcadia. So much. Even without the magic of the castle…night air at Arcadia seems so much sweeter and the magic seems so much more real. Everywhere is joy so far.