To You My Dear Holden

Fixed

Lusting, I’ve clouded my mind to form a delirious happily ever after. I refused to see that it is all a fantasy. The one I wanted is a princess, and I am a peasant. Now I’ve seen that it’s not meant to be the pain has not come like it did once before. The stars will someday guide me to the one, but not now. No need to rush. I was broken before many times, shattered. Now I’ve come together stronger than ever. In vanity I say that there will be a one for me. But there is no use in rushing.