Would you

die to keep my secrets? Would you lie to hear me say "I love you, too"?

I think you are unbelievably pompous..or at the very least, the you we seem to be getting to know (despite the distance you perceive), is. You are similar to a Math teacher with a poker face, after arriving ten minutes late to administer a particularly long test, and a group of boys who turn left and left and left around and around a rotonda. I suggest you hold on tight to whatever friends you have left, but please don't assume I'm willing to be one of them, especially not now.

But after all is said and done, December one plans, Pep Squad, great friends, hilarious pictures, Honey Stars, balloons, dancing, and those conversations..put "honey I love you, please.." smiles on my face.

I tied some balloon string around my finger, and let it bob a little closer to Home..the selfish kid in me refused to give it reason to find Home, in the Sky. The Sky is..similar to the Darkness; she escapes with a million balloons, after sunset, as the Darkness takes a night shift. A friend told me that sometimes the balloons set with the sun, til they fall onto trees (and unfortunate people's faces), and Home is alone with the Darkness, again.
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