Stairway to Heaven. Drama. Drama. Drama. All the crying and the insane way the step-sister doesn't look at anyone when she's talking. Makes me tired.
Friendship is greater than love? Perhaps. But I haven't been known to kiss a friend. I'm not sure if I would want to be friends with someone I loved. I could love someone I was friends with... I don't know about the other way round though.
Perhaps it's settling for second best when you can't have what you want. Who knows? Oh dear, oh dear. How sad. Bitter-sweet. The memory of a beautiful dream that eludes you upon waking, the very last tendrils of the feeling evanescing in the morning sun.
Somehow it still rings hollow - being friends rather than lovers. It's just a shallow imitation... Somehow.
:: nimezs @ 10:18 pm [+] ::
