In another life, I would be your girl. I'd be anything and everything you want me to be. I'd say the words you want to hear, sweet things I'd tell you in the middle of the night. I'd let you kiss me, hold my hand in public, and everyone that sees us would believe I'm yours. They would see the love in our eyes, reciprocated, mutual. I'd be the girl who turns your world around, and you'd be the only one I ever wanted. I'd appreciate you calling me beautiful, not because it's true, but because it came from you, sincerely.
For now, in the present, reality is not how I want it. I don't have any love, no feelings. My heart is empty, barren. I have searched everywhere for something more I can offer you, without success. Sometimes I even think I don't have a heart, so messed up I have been by the past. Turned me into a cold-hearted bitch, now unable to feel. I'm afraid our moment has passed.
I need time. I need to find the old me, in a time when everything wasn't black or grey, when I thought stories always had happy endings. Let me rediscover myself, find the light in this darkness that has taken over. It seems a long way from here, but maybe in the future there's a time for us, a chance of togetherness. Maybe then, it'll be perfect, like puzzle pieces coming together. But there's no telling you would still be there, or that you would be waiting.
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