Jul 10, 2009 23:04
I think we've had this conversation before. You know me and inspiration? You should. The thing is, it never comes when I want it. I don't write for weeks and then write chapter after chapter in one night. Oh, the ideas are always there, just don't feel like writing them all the time.
Guess what, it decided to hit tonight. So here goes my planned hours of sleep. Good thing that it's probably only a short oneshot. Need my beauty sleep after all. Quite proud with quite it's turning out though. Wanna see?
I wonder for how long he'll allow me to remain by his side, just how many days, weeks, months, maybe even years? It seems like ages have passed since the first day I joined him in his bed and at the same time, it feels as if not even a day has passed at all. How did I allow myself to fall in love with him? How did it come to this? I know that for now, I'm the one in his bed but that could change in a moment, in a fraction of a second, couldn't it? I wish I could trust him when he tells me he loves me, when he holds me, when he keeps coming back to me... But couldn't he be doing the same with dozens others? I only know he's not because he doesn't have the time for that, but that could change.
rambling