Finally, I got what I had been asking for, all along. But next time I might want to be more specific, next time I might just stop and think. Maybe it's not so bad.
I wanted someone. And I got it.
He's not so bad. He's flawed, sure. But who isn't?
It's just that, in the flurry, I have lost my balance. I still had one foot in the past. I'm trying stay there as long as possible, when the rest of me is pulling forward.
And I hate secrets, and I hate whispers, so I'll tell them everything. But when I try, I know I'll start to speak in puzzles and tongues and that's all he really wants.
I know that for now, he's being honest. And when he calls me beautiful, I have to believe. That when a girl that looks just like me comes up to him for a hug, he's not honestly thinking of returning to her, this girl he used to date. Sometimes life is easy, and sometimes it's just so hard. This is reality, this is now.
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