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That Girl
I’m never going to be that girl she said.
The one who puts all of her happiness into one person.
Because if they leave, then she thought she would be left with nothing.
Suddenly the girl who was always a closed book, opened every aspect of her life to him.
She let him know things that she never thought she could tell anyone.
The shy, quiet girl that everyone knew was a different person around him.
She experienced feelings that she had never felt before.
At first, she didn’t know if it was love or lust.
But the deeper into her relationship she got, the further that she fell for him.
Everything in her life revolved around him.
He was like a drug to her, something that she became addicted too.
He appeared as though he felt the same way.
At this point their relationship was perfect, but she spoke too soon.
Suddenly the constant talking, and effort diminished.
She turned a blind eye, maybe she was just overthinking.
Day by day their relationship got worse, but still she ignored it.
Eventually she knew, she knew that it was over.
The person who had once made her feel safe and loved, made her feel miserable.
Maybe it was for the best she thought.
Maybe it was the right person, just the wrong time.
All of these maybes floating around in her head, but they didn’t make up for the hole in her heart.
She began to think back at what she told herself just a couple years before.
“I’m not going to be that girl.”
But in the end, she was that girl.
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