Even if I promised myself I won't ever open up so much anymore(because people come in and hurt me), I'll open up everytime.
I'm an open book, I wear my heart on my sleeve, I give and give.
It's just who I am.
But you don't see it.
See me for who I am and want to be for you!
And apresiate what and who I am!
Maybe I should just learn that....
That some people just don't love?
That some people just can't love?
That some people won't appreciate you for who you are?
...That some people will never understand the true, ungraspable essence of you.
...and to keep hoping that one day someone will.
YOU ARE READING
confusion's illusion
Romancea love story. well the one side of it. And a cluster of random other parts of my story.
