L.ying

Everyday I pass over hundred people. And in every boy I like I can see a person that I can treasure and I can love, someday. But every time I remember what vow I took, what promise I made. Never to fall again, never to get in the same place, where I was, not so long time ago. So I pass involuntary, just thinking at what if, and after the song in my head phones is over and my thoughts are changed I smile. I will never need someone to love me, if I can love myself more than the rest. I will never need a person to hug me every morning and every night wishing me a good day or a good night. I will never need to be that kind of woman. So, I keep smiling and I keep my vow and my promise, that I will be able to play with boys and never get attached again. That I will be able to pass over this fact and to be happy. My priorities and my dreams are bigger than this, bigger than faking that you care about someone. Bigger than this thing that someone calls love and I call lying to yourself.