holding hands with the rabbit...

i told him it was just a crush, i would get over it. but i can't. and the more i try the more i find i want to wait forever. i want to sit patiently, and listen to his stories, and laugh at his jokes, and spend time doing whatever he wants, because his company is more enjoyable than that of anyone else. and i can't imagine that there is anyone else that is the perfect white rabbit to my alice...we are two characters from different stories, come together in a single book...and i am still the misguided girl, chasing her rabbit down the hole, and the adventure is something i will never forget and will never regret...except unlike alice i won't be looking for a way back home...i will simply be looking for a way to get the rabbit to invite me along...