Tuesday, December 11, 2007

After School Special Not Just for After School

"But he loves me."

Even when the words fell out of my mouth. I knew they belonged in some sad sack drama that no one even wants to produce anymore.

How had I fallen into the vortex? How had I forgotten every piece of sense?

As I asked the questions. I knew the answer.

I had trained myself to accept what I was getting. Because I hoped somewhere, somehow it would make up for me not loving myself.

Mistake corrected.

I only look backwards now in my rear view mirror. Things are smaller than they appear.


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