How long until the sun goes down? The only light that shines past the peak of the hilltops. This has to end soon, nothing as good as this could last. Nothing as good as this could end normally anyway. This is not normal. How can the thing that scares me the most, be the thing i will cherish the most until it tears at the seams and i'm left with nothing but flimsy threads? I need you, that i am certain. But I don't want you to realize all that I am not. But don't go away, please, don't ever leave me.