solisis

This isnt like that time we fought the bridges of the river st. thomas, ms. flourescent gown. You cant just say its over and I accept. No, this time its real. Your words are carelessly thrown at the board when you should pick your mark and give it everything you got. See? No such thing as point and counterpoint anymore. I wont waste time in futile debate when its only your ass youre shooting to save. Nine months ago it would have been a different story, but now Ive seen what youre capeable of and what youre incapeable of and frankly, ms. kill the moon, I dont give a damn.
Not to say Im heartless. Not at all. Just that I dont want to spend any more time believing in something thats never going to take off. But you can show me your will. You can slap me across the face with it when the day comes and maybe then Ill be willing to listen. As it stands now, though, the horse that gallops away is the one carrying your once prince into battle. Say your goodbyes because in this round there is little room for future hellos. Only your next move. Bishop? Queen? Ive left open the checkmate, asking for a fair defeat. But the real question is Can you see it? And would you be willing to make the sacrifice?