I look at her and shake my head, flashing an assuring smile, "Nothing. Just stupid thoughts I shouldn't be troubling myself, or anyone else for that matter, with."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I smile back at her and set a hand on the side of her face again. Looking at her, I can see why I loved her in the first place. Inexplicably, of course, but present.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting. — J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan