i have had enough of loves that never last, epic ones that steal your breath only to never give it back. i want one reeking of clichès with no wars to be fought. one where visions of your smile would pull up one on mine, one where happiness is shared and I'd take you to libraries on a date. for what is exceptional is expected to stay immortal with dying breaths. maybe i don't want a happy ending, maybe i don't want us to end.













