I like to pretend that I’m the girl who is okay with casual, who doesn’t mind being your fling and moving along a few weeks down the road. The girl who isn’t offended or hurt when she is blown off, the girl who has better things to do than spend time with you anyway.
The independent, unattached, self-sufficient, okay-with-hook-ups girl that society tells me I should be.
But I’m not that girl. The truth is, I fall in love easily – with words, with ideas, with situations and even with people. As much as I hate to admit it, you were no exception.
From the moment I met you, you put me at ease – something that rarely happens. You understood me, the deepest, darkest struggles of my being, because you had been there. You let me know it was okay to still…
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