The words in the book may be gone, but not the feelings from which they spawned. No feeling of hate, i still like you. No feeling of sad, you still make me smile. The one feeling i have burning through my veins, is the betrayal from your lies and your games. My hearts now turning black, and cold like a stone. At least when i was with you, i felt like i was at home. Everything was perfect, all i wanted all i need. You are my perfect princess and all i tried to be, was your perfect prince riding on his steed.
