It won’t end the way I wan’t it too. It won’t end in a tearful declaration of love. It won’t even end in words, it will just end up with someone giving in, giving up, and walking away. For pursuits of something greater than what is at the moment. For a question mark that isn’t hovering over “us” but over “them” and where there meant to be, and someone so concerned with themselves that they can’t see I’d be willing to change my dreams to include them to find a way to do what I want to do as long as they could stay in my picture. Without them I’ve lost all the light, and there is no beautiful, joyful dark picture.