Too bad no one told him: you can't save a damsel if she loves her distress.

No one's going to save me from whatever I feel for him.Not love from another, not attention. Simply because I don't need any saving from. I know I'm still falling even after it's already past two years. And I know that no one will ever make me feel this way again, no one but him. It's not the stubborn part, it's my stupid side, the hopeful one, that keeps on believing we can do it. It's love on the rocks, but there's no telling what may still happen is there? We have our whole life ahead, and I see it irrevocably intertwined, enisled from any other life but ours. I wouldn't go planning my life with him at the first place if there was any other way that I could see myself with somebody else. And I know that that must mean something, if not everything.