She walked. She just kept going. No matter how big her heart had swelled, she kept going. Those three words, they're not enough. Just forget the world, forget what were told.
But she can't, and the surroundings burst into life. The setting sun behind the trees, the fresh scent of fall, the green grass, the houses she knew, the families she grew up next to, her home. But all she could see were the blinding tears in her eyes. Three fucking words. That's all it took to break her. To shatter her carefully built brick wall. But there will be no white flag above her door.
She felt whimsical, light hearted and confused. She felt defeated, elated, scared and joyful. He loved her. But she would let him down. This was her dream, her nightmare; it would be an understatement to say she was torn in two.
It was strange and beautiful. He put a spell on her. She was no less than enchanted. How? How could she let him get so close, to something so broken? An angel caught in a spider web. It's just not right, but she couldn't fix it. She was too selfish; she wanted to love him as badly as he loved her.
Sometimes you can't make it on your own. So since we're already soaked, lets go swimming.