Saturday, September 21, 2013

confrontation

That day when you said I questioned too much was the first time I felt speechless. You said I talk too much even in movies, nothing can subdue me once I start. Not even a side glance or a poke in the hips. But that day, I don't need any of those.

"Who do you think I am?"
How can I answer that question. You told me you hated labels, but I needed something solid. You told me you have no plans, I needed directions. You told me you have big dreams, so do I.

Everything changed since then.

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