worth it

i think i started to fall in love with the idea of love because of books. reading. the way stories wrote out that feeling. that sense of truth. sharedness. the faith in a moment. that it meant something – the same thing, to everyone in it.

then i met people.

and it’s ok mostly. i’m faithless about people but not about faith. im hopeless about people but not without hope in a general sense.

i have my life

i love myself

i think it’s asking quite a lot to feel this way about anybody else. maybe i always knew that deep down.

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