I don't want to admit it. You see, I'll tell myself you don't like me, even though my friends scream that it's so obvious. Or the fact my brother had become protective. Or the fact my parents make comments about how much you like me. You see, it's not that I don't want it to be true.
I just want to be okay. Unhurt.
Eventually, I won't be able to tell myself, I'm not in love with you.
And the heart that I promised to protect, will be split into several pieces.
- C.
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