A happy ending. Huh. I thought that was why we were here. Now. Five hundred years into Earth’s future. So we could start over, and live happily-ever-after. It wasn’t turning out that way, was it?

Hope is a curious thing. You always seem to loose it when you most need it.

I'm a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind.

I'm a hopeless romantic. I know what romance is but I get hopeless when you get near me. Please, let me be myself.

I am a hopeless romantic.

I cry even harder, thinking of how it could have been, of how I thought it would be. For the first time, I want to give up, to die, because suddenly everything is too much and there is no solution in sight.