I guess I won't be going to Nottingham after all, it seems.
And I knew it, I knew it when I woke up this - yesterday - morning.
But frankly I'd be lying if I said that the disappointment didn't hurt like an absolute bastard right now.
Time for the good fairy to wave her wand and say "No, you shan't go to the ball - but you can see him [x] evening instead!". Please?
~waits~ ~sigh~ Thought not.
God. Damn. It. Hurts. Sleep, I suppose.
There is fire in the sky when I think of you; white-hot, like my skin at your touch.
And for the first time ever, I heard 'Just Like Heaven' by The Cure and found myself thinking of dennyd and not giolla.
Denny, I love you.