The hardest part? The littlest things. Although I think I have learned to suppress. Not let myself get engulfed by a strand of hair, piece of cigarette, a whisper of my name, again, and again.
Every time I'm in a relationship, I lost a bit of myself that I like. I get out of a relationship wondering how and why I let it happen and try to pick up the pieces from there, thinking maybe I can still put it all back together.
It doesn't help that I meet someone I like and is also someone I would like to be or would like myself to be more of. And this person doesn't like me as much so what does that say about me?
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