How much of me am I willing to reveal? How much do you want me to?

He doesn’t want me, does he? What’s wrong with me? Am I not pretty, smart, sweet, caring enough?

Why do I have to fall for him only to face the reality that I can’t really pretend that I’m strong as much as I’ve been wanting myself to be?

I wasn’t just one of the girls… or was I? God do I even have the right to ask these questions at this point in time?

Do I still have legit and valid causes to believe? Or am I just convincing myself?

More strength… More tolerance… More patience… More understanding…

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It’s like I suddenly found myself chasing butterflies in my own Midsummer Night’s Dream. And it’s not even summer.

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