I plead a case of insanity.
There was a post prior to the one I'm posting right now. He read it. He took it as I want it to be taken. And then I banished it away from the prying eyes of all. The point of the post was for his eyes. For him to know and realise what I was feeling then.
I cried buckets last night. We talked. We kept silent. We talked some more. We cried. I'm not who you think I project. I am not who I think I project.
Will the real me ever be happy enough to surface ?
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