[14] - monday's child.

「 tracing origins. 」

cornelia street (live from paris), ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ, 00.48

time is going by too fast,

yet some good things truly do last.

once, i was in love with mere memories:

with the ghosts whom only i could see.

you were of the past in september,

you were a gift in october.

i was a fool in november,

you loved me not in december.

i fell for another amidst january,

i danced with him on a night in february.

you called me once more sometime in march,

by april, once again, we began from the start.

school ended in may,

june was void of dismay.

july i turned fourteen,

august brought forth the unforeseen.

september once again passed us by,

it's october today; i love you, and i think you know why.

i'm trying not to fall with the leaves,

drawing stars on my cardigan sleeves.

i know i've loved you since the very first day,

but rather this than that way --

because i don't want you to go away.

[ throwback to "the story of us", 

part 5, chapter 1, 

adventures in misfortune. ]