in some odd fantasy, i wanted to be your

manic pixie dream girl. 

the pink haired girl whom teaches 

you to savor life, 

the small enough finger puppet you

had dreamed of since being a young boy.

the sane part of my head reminds me that

you are not in need of your own Ramona Flowers.

your Scott Pilgrim already savors

life and all of it's rich moments, i have

just taught you a few things to savor, exactly.

and for that, i thank you.

- i am no Ramona Flowers. only in a dream,

only in a dream.