“We are not in a relationship and I don’t want us to be.”
“You lie,” he said. I guess he was right.
Miro, my now hell knows what or who, and as I always say, someone who won’t last.
We are not together, but we are something. I was proud of not being weak and not succumbing to him, allegedly free.
I was lying and deceiving myself while convincingly trying to sabotage every feeling I had for anyone.
But deep inside, hiding from the world was a little girl who wanted someone extraordinary, someone who would get her, someone who would fit perfectly.
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