"you do your best
you take the fall
you reminisce
about almost nearly having it all"
- we're all no one, nervo
When I'm normal again, everything will be better.
Somehow, I'll finally be able to talk to you properly, and we'll be friends.
We'll have some classic hollywood misunderstanding. (Iwon'tthinkyoucarebutyouwill.)
A few years later, we'll meet again at a business conference. I'll be able to tell it's you because when we shake hands, yours will know mine.
We'll sit next to each other at the back of the darkened room. I'll turn to you, and our eyes will meet. When I turn back to the screen, I'll be blushing.
In our spare time, you'll take me to niche restaurants and cute cafés in Paris' underground. I'll fall for you alloveragain.
On the very last night, you'll kiss me, and I'll kiss you back. It'll be the most natural thing in the world. More natural than breathing.
We'll have sex in your hotel room, and it'll be amazing.
You won't flinch when you see my scars; instead, you'll trace them with your fingertips.
It'll send shivers right down my broken spine.
And afterwards, lying in your arms, I will be whole again.
a/n: as you can probably tell, this is kind of based on one of ingrid's journal entries. i'd apologize for the quality of the writing here, but whatever. i can't be bothered.
