Being strong all these years has made me weak. But I'd rather be weak and in your arms then not. I am no longer fighting for control.

You did not fall for my definition of me. You fell for your definition of me. I'm not sure what my definition of me is really. But if you're so sure then You must know, right? Should it scare me that you know me better than I know myself?

I feel slightly bruised. Like a peach!

I'll be better in the morning. And if, on the off chance, I don't, I'd be perfect poached with a side of vanilla ice-cream and raspberry puree.