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Rose-coloured Glasses
I’m usually pretty good at facing facts. I don’t try to live in a life of fantasy, but one based on reality and what is logical.
Until I met you.
I keep on hearing what other people are saying is the reality and on some level I know they are right. I tell myself they are right. But I don’t want to believe them. I don’t want to believe it. I don’t want this to be the reality.
"I can’t make you love me if you don’t. You can’t make your heart feel, something that it won’t."
If our lives are in our hands, then reality should, and could, be melded. Bended by will. By persistence. Some things are beyond our control, but relationships are. You try. You keep at it. Or you let it go.
"Should I give up or should I keep on chasing pavements?"
I don’t know the answer. But I will find out.
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