I want my Satine.
The unreachable one that wants me as well. The one that inspires me, that plays with me, that is the partner in crime that drags me from my dungeon.
My Juliet…the one that I want to be with that no one else believes I should be with. The one that wants me even though others tell her not to.
Is this too much?
Is this too hard?
Why is it so hard to find one whom believes in me? One whom understands me? One whom I would die for?
Alas, I will sleep now and dream of this one, all the while knowing the dream is a lovely silly love story.
Then again, I would take a silly love story over a fairy tale any day.
We could be heroes…