By seeing our love as perfect I set myself up for a long hard fall. Perfection does not exist and to believe it did was a wonderful delusion while it lasted. Life tore at my mirage until there is no longer a veil. Then my make-believe became no longer believable. W.O.
No one really knows what is going on inside me. How much it hurts to love you and not be loved in return would engulf me if I let it show. So I pretend. I make like I’m just fine and am over losing you. But I’m not and don’t think I ever will be. J.R.
She is the kind of girl who is
always smiling and loves to laugh.
If you are falling down,
she will be right there to pick you up.
She is the one that always says sorry,
even it it’s not her fault.
Even if she is feeling like the scum of the earth,
she will never let you know.
This is the girl who is afraid of love,
because she has already lost so much.