"goodbye my ALMOST LOVER"
* lucylorcan.
And he'll love anyone he please, and that happens to be she, sitting on the intersection of No-One Street and Lonely Avenue and he'll drive his metaphorical car around the corner to pick her up.
Except it's really a broom, but.
He'll take her flying to the stars she's always wanted to see, glittering and revamping her world with a hundred thousand different ways to shine, and blinding her with the beauty and glitz of It all. And when she looks down it's almost a reflection, the corona of stars, clusters of city lights burning their way in their pretty world of both everything and nothing. That imaginary space between sky and ground and ground and sky where they hover, unassuming, and then maybe he'll kiss her on the rooftop of some pretty white house, and he'll love her, and –
Stop. It's time to wake up now.
a/n: I have a newfound love of the word corona and Regina Spektor.