I won't talk to you, unless you leave your muggle side, unless you go to a paper town, unless you fall in love in darkest times, unless you burn with me, unless you kill demons by my side, unless you run in the scorh looking for a cure, unless I can't controlled your divergent side, unless I love you even when you scared me, unless you have with me a supernatural adolescence, unless we hunt all monster existed, unless we throught a cupboard to Narnia, unless we survive to a biological extermination, unless we learn simpathy, unless we meet in the Dreams world, unless we throught a bridge together, unless we go to Neverland and stay there forever. But, over all of that; I won't talk to you unless you read books.

You don't want to talk about it in fear that they won't understand, so you write and write, and think and think, but it's slowly driving you insane.