Now that I know
Now that I know that I'll never going to see you, I feel relief. Even tho you have reassure me that you like me as I am, I don't know why I don't believe you . I guess it's easy to manage the expectation, cause there's none. Now that I know you'll never hug me, I can picture it in my head, never breaking character, never having to let you go. I can't lie, the relief also comes from the idea that you could never hate me as a whole; I'm this cartoon of a person, you may know my fears and insecurities but you would never experience them in real life. You would never see me ugly crying or having a tantrum cause it's getting late for something. You may think I'm being fake to you, and it may be true. Or is it a lie when you don't say, or in this case, I don't show myself completely?

















