It's funny, how age never seems to matter when you're young. I was nineteen, he was nine hundred. It didn't matter to me, but it did to him.
There are things about him that I could never understand, and I could accept that. I would be happy anywhere as long as I was with him.
This love is giddy, sweet. It wakes me up in the morning and puts me to sleep at night. I live to see his face.
See, this is special. This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing. I know I'll never feel this way again. I wish he felt the same, but he doesn't. I can tell by the way he doesn't tell anything, how he pushes me out, the way he broods and snaps at me.
My love is the reason I wake up, and the way he doesn't love me back helps me cry myself to sleep.
It's funny, how age never seems to matter when you are young.
I'm not laughing.