You'd die for them? No..not for them..for you.
Dear Die-ary,
Today, I talked to a girl. She makes me feel alive. When I'm with her, I'm not afraid, I'm not alone, I'm not my normal messed up self. I'd give up my life itself. If it is an act of selfishness, so be it. My past, my conditions, my awkward mental state. None of it matters to her. This woman..this woman is a flower in a marsh. Nothing but her is of beauty to me. Yesterday, I took care of her, like she has me so many times before. Something odd happened, that I must admit caught me off guard. I looked at her the whole time unthinking, even in my hypomaniacal state. For once in my lifetime, I did not think. Just for a moment. I relaxed completely.
Today, I talked to a girl. She makes me feel alive. When I'm with her, I'm not afraid, I'm not alone, I'm not my normal messed up self. I'd give up my life itself. If it is an act of selfishness, so be it. My past, my conditions, my awkward mental state. None of it matters to her. This woman..this woman is a flower in a marsh. Nothing but her is of beauty to me. Yesterday, I took care of her, like she has me so many times before. Something odd happened, that I must admit caught me off guard. I looked at her the whole time unthinking, even in my hypomaniacal state. For once in my lifetime, I did not think. Just for a moment. I relaxed completely.