There are all kinds of love, some healthy and some not so healthy
I thought that mine was the good kind but I guess I let that get to my head
I haven't been loved loved before but I did have my chances
I was scared then and I still feel that way now
A difference that you can detect but pass off as being just really friendly
A difference that goes over your head in obliviousness until it's spelled out for you
Confusing thoughts and emotions are hard to determine when there is no experience
Taking what I can from this situation and learning from it
Hopefully fewer mistakes will be made but there is no guarantee
Sometimes they say trust the process and let it be
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Comments1
A beautiful write. Don’t worry. We are all just winging it.
D'awww, thank you so much, jenny.g!! :3 Winging it sounds right.
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