Being pretty gets me pretty far in this world, too, but never the things I actually want. Funny how that works.
It's strange, how real it feels, isn't it? The woman in my dreams, I know she's not here, but I still feel like I'm in love with her. Makes it awkward to be in a relationship with someone else, like technically I'm cheating.
Aye, that I have. They're lovely. Did you at least get to go to the funeral?