I don't know how to trust anyone, say that I can't-- and yet, each time, I seem implicitly to. Each time, I tell my head to rule my heart, command logic to take control of emotion. I am, by nature, enigmatically both logical and empathetic to a fault.
I am ironic, but not because I want to be.
You told me once that I couldn't possibly be real. But I am, and it seems that I am embarrassingly, detrimentally, only human. I don't know how to protect myself, and you aren't here anymore to teach me how... or to offer me the shoulder and shelter I crave. I wish you were. I wish for what never was and what never will be.
In your absence, though, I can only teach myself. I didn't want to be like you, but...
© 2011 Original Chinese and English Translation: tammiest@AsianFanatics
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