I used to be a hopeless romantic. I was a slave of unrequited love and I chased a boy who did not want to be chased. I gave my all to the hands that are not willing to hold that much. I jumped headfirst into friendzone. I swore to myself that I was never going to forget him. I wanted to wait for him forever. I became his best friend. I told myself that it was okay that he talked with other girls the same way he spoke to me. I wrote him letters. I cried. I broke my own heart. I packed my bags and left my past.
Skip to the present, I realized things as I walked further in life.
I realized that my perception of love was polluted.
This is a story of how one day I see it all, lying on my bed after a long, agonizing day and flashing back to fragments of my past. Have you ever felt that moment when it suddenly hit you, like trucks coming out of nowhere and it suddenly made sense, this was it.
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