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by notbriangriffin

by notbriangriffin

i like to think that she's made for me, and i'm made for her.

i like to think that even when the sun hides away and the sky turns gray, i can lean my head on her shoulder and weep, silently.

i like to think that no matter how fate desperately keeps us from being with one another, we would always find ways to make it happen; that somehow, somewhere, i would find her and make her mine time and time again.

i like to think that in even the saddest of times, the loudest of storms and the scarcest of hopes, her voice would be my last resort and my saving grace from all the madness; and she would sing melodies that no one else could, the angels would descend from heaven to dance to her enchanting rhythms.

i like to think that everything i said is true, and when you read this, know that there's nothing i wouldn't do for you. i love you, even at times when i am bluer than blue.