~nekokawai

All my friends went to a-kon over the weekend, and what did I do? I fell in love. Not mad love where you can't feel your arms or new love where you feel everything except your arms. It's love that's always been there, that's watched over me and I never knew. And I worry that we won't ever be the same people we were. I worry I won't dream in color anymore. But most of all, I worry I won't produce anything anymore or have something to say. And what I say will probably offend. That is I worry love isn't for me.