"I don't hate myself I just hate what I have become because of you"
Alone.
Afraid.
Scared.
I hate these feelings. Yet, every single time I think of them, I relate to them more and more. I thought I would be okay, but deep down, I know none of this is okay. It's not normal. I feel like I've been weakened, dampened by a wet towel. I'm no longer the innocent, kind-hearted person I once knew. Each time I now look at those three words, I see them as a reflection, a mysterious plot twist that keeps erupting in my life.
Alone.
Afraid.
Scared.
Love.
A new word added to the list, an unexpected one. Fearing love-a new sensation that adds a bitter taste in my mouth, to the point where I don't understand how that's what I feel for... Miguel.
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A story surrounding plot twists, pain, and the challenge of if love can really survive any circumstances.