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I shed my layers of hardness.
The best and the worst of me exposed.
Laid bare all my unspoken evils.
I trusted you’d see me as sane.

My heart wrapped around yours for safe keeping.
Pleasure replaced agony.
Excitement replaced fear.
Love embodied our present.

Am I privileged or are you?

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Maybe

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The gift of time, effort, and quality is love.
Intimate sincerity landing softly in the heart.

I’m not receiving what you think you’re giving.

Maybe you don’t understand what love is?
Maybe I don’t know how to receive it?
Maybe I expect too much?
Maybe you don’t give enough?

Maybe I was wrong?