So i've grown up in the past few months...
I've realised that Jim isn't coming back from the dead to light my fire, that Heath will never hold my hair back while i puke after dancing on a table, that River Phoenix will always be too pretty for me (dead or alive), and that Elton John will always be gay and will never look like any of the prior mentioned loves of my life. I've also come to accept that fictional characters are impossible to have a romance with. It's this new found wisdom that has lead me to the only constant man love i've had that:
a) is real, and
b) has not self-destructed.
It's me and i want you only
love elke xo