Love is a funny sad thing.
I think it's sad because no matter what it will never be perfect.
And its so easy to lose yourself in love. In someone else.
In expectations and conversations and empty promises and judgemental comments.
And lies.
And love is blind.
And that is why I waited for him for so, so long.
I wore away day by day. Word by word. fear by fear. tear by tear.
Until I almost dissapeared.
My life seems to be full of 'almosts'
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