One day, a long time from now you’ll cease to care anymore whom you please or what anybody has to say about you. That’s when you’ll finally produce the work you’re capable of.
We are all ordinary. We are all boring. We are all spectacular. We are all shy. We are all bold. We are all heroes. We are all helpless. It just depends on the day.
What’s it like to kiss you again for the first time in the pouring rain? What’s it like to feel overwhelming urges to be with you? What would I feel when I turn your face towards mine and say you look beautiful? What does it feel like to see you smile again for the very first time? Will I faint when love happens between the touch of our enlacing fingers or will I wake up one day and realise after meeting a million hearts, that none of them stayed with me, like you did.
So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.