|I left every thought of grandiose romantic love in a hotel room thousands of miles from home. |
I left it there with the letters you wrote me, ripped into pieces and dumped into the bin. I left it there with wishes of more time, of thoughts of staying and with a deep loneliness that would only be removed if you returned.
I wanted with every bit of me for you to come back, for you to spend the night, for you to kiss me.
I stopped dreaming of prince charming, I ended my fairy tale.
And thus begins my story.
If only the writer's block would leave me the f*#$% alone...