we'll have hallowe'en on Christmas if you want to.

he's worn out and tired, he can't seem to sleep. his love has expired while waiting for her. fuck it, he sucks at rhymes. he still misses her, but now it's different. he knows things can't be the same so he has to learn to love her in a different way. he's learning to breathe as if nothing is wrong when her flesh is mere inches away from his. part of him still wants to collapse into her and melt, moulding them into one, but common sense gets the better of him and tells him to stay away, to keep from breaking his own heart yet again. he finds himself not knowing what to do with his hans because his fingers are not intertwined with hers. he's letting go out of survival, because he can't hold on any longer.  in the sunlight he sees the silhouette of this other girl, this girl he can't seem to keep his mind off. she is nothing like him, she makes him strive to be different than all the things he is. her voice of reason overpowers his morals, leading him astray. where his stubborn self has managed to withhold in the past, her presence forces him to conform, to try new things, to alter his opinions. he doesn't know quite what to make of it. he doesn't know quite what to make of all the feelings he's having for her. <3 <3