"Turn around. Look at what you see. In her face, the mirror of your dreams. Make believe I'm everywhere, living in your eyes...Reach the stars, fly a fantasy. Dream a dream, and what you see will be."
I want someone to look at me like that, to SEE me like that. I know I shouldn't be so obsessed with it, that I should concentrate on me and Amethyst, but I am, and I can't. I want someone to write a song for me, to hear music when I walk in the room, to see stars when I smile at him. I could look at a man like that. The right man. The one man. And (despite my history) I could do it for the rest of my life. I just want the rest of my life-at least that part-to start as soon as possible.
There's so much in me to give. So much I'm willing to accept.
If patience were the only virtue I'd be going straight to hell.
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