I knew from the very start that you will not, in any way, care about me more than I care about you.
But is it too thick-skinned and desperate of me to hope against the blatant fact that you will never see me in that light? Because I am clinging to those small, powerful moments where you actually took the initiative to talk to me, or to look at my way. Or did you? Were they simply illusions my mind created to cushion the impending heartbreak I am going to experience? Did I raise the levels at such high rates only for me to fall down and get broken?
Will you attempt to catch me? (Quite frankly, I don't think so.)
Oh dear, I think that I just read something that my soul would have tried to write down.
ReplyDelete>:D< Dearie, write it all down. Writing makes us feel better, ne? :)
ReplyDeleteYes, it does. It does. :)
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