She's a fairytale princess. She does not belong to my world. She is of another. We can't really accept her. We can't fathom that someone of her caliber would possibly want someone like me and it scares the crap out of us. We are jealous of how free you are and of how you don't care what other people say and that you don't let what we say change how you think or your character. You would rather self destruct than fall victim to our world. I am jealous of you, I'm jealous of your every move and your every word.
I can't begin to imagine your struggles with me. I know I'm a hand full and I know that your hands were already full when I came along.So for this I must thank you for being so ever ever amazing. I can't begin to thank you enough for actually accepting me. I can't begin to thank you enough for listening to what I have to say and actually caring. I don't deserve this. Nothing broke me. I am broken. Too broken to hear your words and heed them. Too broken to think about myself. Too broken to fix anything, much less myself. I can't begin to imagine what you go through to keep my head above water. I'm sorry I need so much attention, and I'm sorry if at times I don't give it to you in return.
I've been what I am in each implied time period.
I've been trying to erase my mind. . . I'm trying to make that mind eraser gismo from Men In Black. . .
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