Twenty-four.

Will we ever have
that Happy Ending
promised by fairy tales?

Or will we pretend
nothing ever happened,
that being friends
is the closest we've
ever been, that I've
never kissed your smile,
that I've never seen
you cry.

We could do this
forever, it could
shred my insides,
but I can be the best
actress once my
heart is gone.

Or will we finally
stop playing? Will
there be a magical
moment where you look
at me and know we're
meant to be? Will you
stop pretending you
don't love me as much
as I love you?