The books i read.

The movies i watch.

The lives i dont live.

Have driven me to the

conclusion that love exists.

That the guy really falls for the girl.

That stolen glances across the room

really happen. And above all else.

You always get what you want.

I thought I was jaded and disillusioned.

I thought i didnt believe in fairytales anymore.

I was wrong, against my will and against my brain

which knows better... i choose to revel in the fictionary.

To dive into a literary fog of hope and love that

dont happen in the realy world.

You dont always get what you want.

You dont lock eyes with someone at a party and fall in love.

Lust and self satisfaction are what matter in this world.

My acceptance of this fact doesnt matter.