Dwelling in Possibility
I fell so in love with your potential that I couldn’t see that you would never live up to it.
seeing New Moon last night, reveling in the fantastical promise of all-consuming, reciprocated love…I had to laugh at what I thought I could’ve had. it was never going to be mine. Edward doesn’t exist. Jacob doesn’t exist. vampires don’t exist. that kind of love is only found between the covers of a book. it never sees the light of day…just like a vampire.
I didn’t want a boyfriend. I didn’t want a man to call my own.
All I wanted was you…
