and when I cry over him at night,
I'm not just mourning our downfall,
but also the image I had of myself,
being shattered.
I'm not this weak, impressionable girl
who gets caught up in petty feeling.
I want to love fearlessly,
to lose fearlessly.
I want my heart to grow stronger,
not harder.
I want to be worth knowing,
to be worth fighting for,
and I want to be capable
of forgiving myself,
when I fall short.
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