I want a 90’s kinda love. I want to make it to the end of
Lemonade. I want to build sandcastles. I want someone to choose to love me, be
in love with me and only me. That is different than loving me. I want you to
love me in spite of it all. Some one who
sees me as enough the way I am.
I wasn’t enough at least that’s how you felt…
Sometimes you have to get up from the beautiful and perfect
table when love is no longer served. Stand up and just walk away. Leaving a
trail of purple glitter…
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