[14] - monday's child.

「 fairytale endings. 」

so this is love, ɪʟᴇɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅꜱ, ᴍɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴏᴜɢʟᴀꜱ, 00.09

"do you still believe in love?"

yes, yes i do.

 i've been hurt countless times -- my heart has seen different layers of glue and been shattered upon various hardwood floors, but i still do. i believe in prince charmings and happily afters. i still believe he is out there, somewhere. i still believe that there is someone for everyone. does it sound childish? i suppose. but innocent, so-called childish dreams are the loveliest dreams. they are made of pure unadulterated wishes: driven by simple desire for joy.

 sometimes, i like writing my own stories with the kind of love you only find in fairytales. maybe i'd find love in a college library somewhere in downtown new york, or in a way souvenir shop in california. love could be in a record store in iceland or a cafe in st. petersburg. it could be in a train to tokyo, or a sidewalk in seoul. you never know, but it doesn't hurt to dream.

 how can you say you've lived if you've never loved? it's a part of life. even when it hurts, even when it breaks, love -- and keep on loving until you can't love anymore.

do i still believe in love?

yes, yes i do.

i always have,

and i always will.