You once asked me about why I had to always give people that love too much or too little of me. I remember how your question threw me off guard. I was torn between telling you the truth or joke about how deep our conversation was going. I picked the latter. In my head, I was hoping you'd ask again and this time, I'll be letting you peak into my head. You didn't. That's when I knew I let you down, for the same old reason. For I gave you too much of me to actually consider spilling my entire soul to you that night. But at the same time, I know I gave you too little of me for you weren't confident enough to have asked me a second time. I'm sorry, truly. I know I probably disappointed you for giving you too little and too much of myself.
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Randoma collection/compilation of short stories, rants, prose, and poetry. Disclaimer! All the pictures r not mine but from Pinterest so ctto.
