a small part of me believes that the love i had lost is still somewhere out there. i'd like to believe it takes a form of a person, a shelter, an umbrella, a kind smile, a season of spring, a nice cup of tea or maybe a hand over hand.
for years, i have settled comfortably in feeling nothing at all. maybe all this time, i've just rambled on about how i feel, colonised in a world of fantasy and selfishness.
i'm out of options, theories, questions and i'm tired. tired of questioning everything, tired of every guy's "true feelings", tired of searching for love, tired of searching for me.
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Let Me Rest For Awhile
Şiirshe's the main character falling in love with the wrong ones in this one. [poetry/prose]
