But one thing, you never killed the fairy tale believing girl inside of me, so shoot me, i still believe in romance.
Something that came to me as i sat on an endless plane ride home.
The journey as i have tried to see about moving on.
Don’t we all wish we could be 10 again with no care in the world?
I think it’s time to choose you over them.
You are your own hero, and soon the light will shine in through the cracks, just give it time.
This is not random thing, it’s something that i think of most of the times.