Am I in 𝙻𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 with you? Five years of your life, You spend five years if your fucking life trying to rebuild and move on. Becoming someone you never dreamed you could be. Few tried, many failed. You allowed yourself to be picked apart, used, each time a glimmer of your soul was taken with them. Your hope dried up, it became a game, who can get close enough for you to lower your guard...surely nobody. Not after the five years you went through. Then one does, they fill you with a teardrop of hope, a small droplet that soon forms a ripple effect in your subconscious. You find yourself singing again, smiling. As soon as it begins, it collapses, as does your hope. You are left wondering if what others say is actually true, perhaps its all bullshit fed to people to make the blow softer. Are you truly deserving of Love? or is perhaps every single relationship in your short life simply...Limerence.
