Diamonds.

I haven't had adequate words or comprehensive thoughts for the past few days. I'm unsure if I dare speak aloud my hopes in case they come crashing down. So I'm pretending to be robotic, stoic, nonchalant. But I've never been good at that, ever. I'm always rushing in, latching on, fantasizing about what could be. 

I've literally imagined my life as some ridiculous movie, like Twilight. Where the man I choose will come swooping back in after being gone for a year and tell me he loves me and wants to be together forever. I used to get mad at Bella for choosing Edward all over again. But that was before I understood that while love is a choice, sometimes it chooses you, and you just have to choose it back, even if it breaks you.