I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
The Reflection
You told me that there were two of me, in me. The me I pretended to be. And the real me. You asked me to guess which one you loved more.
You kissed me before I could answer and in that moment, I knew.
You told me that there were two of me, in me. The me I pretended to be. And the real me. You asked me to guess which one you loved more.
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