The adventures of the magical floating match.

Say yes.

The steam breath cut through the smog, the red disappearing from the Queen's cheeks. She picked up the mallet, ready to swing. Maybe it was approaching, maybe it was just a noise. Maybe, just maybe, it was only an idea. But she had no choice now. The blood had seperated from the water. It was time. She opened her eyes. There it was, stood before her. She knew, in that moment, what to do. But she couldn't. And as she stood, frozen, she felt it creep, she felt it move inside of her.

Revisiting the - because I love the - forever.

And it seemed like just another Sunday... how wrong we were.

So I set fire to the car. It was warmer than your embrace.

Moments.

Like those ones where we kiss, and I can't keep my eyes open. Your face is inside my mind, I don't need to see you. Yet somehow we never say the words we really mean.

And I miss the times I never told you that I love you.

Oh, of the boys I haven't met and the girls I've left behind.

But it's me. I'm always alright.