Unleash your imagination: Okay, so I JUST found out that Natasha Richardson is dead. In like 2009. I'm late, I know. But wtf ;_; She played in one...
I don’t know.
I don’t know. I am clueless. I don’t get it. I am a perpetual IDK monger. In fact, I seem not to know so often that it is a true miracle that I have things TO know. I just don’t know. And I hate that I don’t know. But I’m not going to ask, either, because then that just leads to more not knowing. And not only do I not know, but I don’t understand.
Why don’t I understand?
L O V E.
I love her, I love her, I love her, and I want the world to know. And in a few short hours, I can hear her voice on a regular basis again. I can tell her how much I love her, because she deserves to know. Well, I take that back. I could never use words to describe it, because there are none. Fuck what everyone else thinks. Either support me, or don’t, but what I know is this: I am happy and alive with her, and I will never change who I am for someone that doesn’t love every little piece of me.
Thoughts of the night, perhaps expanded upon later.
Ich liebe dich, beautiful.