I can’t change the fact that I have it; instead, I can only change how I choose to deal with it.
I’m trying to be okay with that.
I’m not that girl who is totally satisfied with hook-up culture and almost-maybe’s. I’m not the girl who is okay with forgetting your name after a night, and the one who doesn’t feel anything anymore.
In the stillness of the night, I lose all self-control. So instead of falling asleep, my mind falls for you again.
After you, I see more flaws. In myself. In my loved ones. In my future.