I do not believe in fairytales.
I believe in the messy parts of life,
because those are the times I feel most alive.
I believe in sweat,
the sweat of too many people crowding into a concert,
and the sweat of two people who can't get close enough.
I believe in dirt and tears and lost voices,
sunburns and the soothing coolness of a breeze.
I believe in runny makeup and messy hair,
in screaming and fighting and sleepless nights.
I believe in real life, in all its imperfect glory.
That is to say, I still believe in you and me.