RealisationsCool arms, cold tears, icy eyes. Frigid. Most of the time.
Hot temper, fiery gaze, scorching lips. Warm. Used to be.
He's not what I thought I wanted, but he's what I have, and I'll accept him as he is, even though it hurts.
She's not what I thought I wanted, but she's all I have, and I'll accpet her as she is, even though it's different.
Maybe I'll love him, because he's changed. Because he looks like he's a man to me.
Maybe I'll hate her, because she's changed. Because she looks like she's lost to me.
Doesn't matter.
~Fin~