We're at a point where I could dive in . Or I could turn around and stay on the shore.
The dive might leave me as you in to deep.
And we might not be able to swim.
It's funny how I thought we were in this together. It was just me.
Why do I fall for people I'm really close to?
Why do I dive head first even when I know it couldn't work?
Why do I trust you had the same intentions instead of just asking?
I hoped, okay.
I innocently hoped.
In you. In me, in us. In whatever "love" is. I hoped in the experience of love and the art of falling for a soulmate.
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confusion's illusion
Storie d'amorea love story. well the one side of it. And a cluster of random other parts of my story.
