Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one. It's a drug. It distorts reality, and that's the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw. (Fran Lebowitz)
In you I found a kindred spirit. We had an unspoken bond. We marched to our own little drum, but together we were a band. With you I felt it was okay to be myself. I allowed you into my little world. Everything flowed until I allowed outside forces to invade our little dimension. I began to listen to the naysayers. I started to believe that our little band was off beat. I began to change tunes. I felt that by finding another song it would improve our little band. Not once did I ever think to consult with you before changing. I just KNEW these changes were for the best. I was wrong. By changing me, I changed us. I wasn't the girl that captured your heart. So many things have happened and no matter what we are like two magnents drawn to one another. My heart has been broken and shattered to a million pieces by you several times. But somehow you are always around with the super glue. Maybe one day one of us will decide to get off of this crazy seesaw or perhaps we will both wake up and just be.
Only time will tell.
Affectionately yours,
Beautifully Flawed
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