I miss them. I miss a love like theirs.
I miss believing in love and happiness and butterflies and pink unicorns and colored balloons and all the pretty stuff little girls dream about. I’m a non-believer. A sad one. Tired. Bored. Boring. I’m a fool for thinking for so long that I can save myself, or that I’ll find someone to save me and to heal me. I’m done. I’m done waiting and hoping and trying and failing.
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