It's so much easier to admit to what you dislike about yourself.
I have been sitting here thinking about it, and come to the conclusion that the thing that I love about myself is that I truly am still a hopeless romantic. I still believe that he is out there searching for me as hard as I am searching for him.
'I feel you in my heart and I don't even know you...'
I am so very jaded, guarded, and hidden, but underneath it all I long for someone to sweep me off my feet, give me butterflies at little things said, and at their very thought running through my mind.
I want the fairytale, and even though mine might be a fucked up version of the one that we were taught to believe in as little girls - it is my own, and I want it.
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