Maybe we’d still end up together, after the turbulence. And so armed with these thoughts, I always go to battle and fight for us, day after day, even though we always end up in ruins.
You are blinded with your romanticized ideas of who he is
She should know that love, if it’s real, should not be hidden. And there’s no other person who can make her realize this but you.
I’m going to be brutally frank with you. No, we cannot be friends.
Heal without fear. Heal without doubt. Heal and keep on healing. It will still hurt, yes.
You still gladly wear the blindfold you’ve worn the entire time you’ve been with him, because the truth is so ugly, so utterly soul-destroying, that you’d rather walk with your eyes closed and your hand still locked in his.
Deciding to leave the place you call your home and saying goodbye to the people close to your heart isn’t actually something you thought you’d be doing so soon, but here you are now, a few sleeps away from waking up in a different land.
You are the strong wind that sweeps me off my feet and the tornado that sucks me in. I spin madly in the twister that is your mind, and you drop me in a splintered heap on strange lands, with no one to rescue my fractured heart and mend my broken pride.
Let me tell you what I see when I look at you.
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