Consuelo de Bobo
January 26, 2009 by ivy-baby
It can be very tiring to love someone who is half yours, half there, or who does not want to be there at all. To be torn twice by the same person can be excruciating.
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Resilience is not measured on how high you have built your barriers to keep people from hurting you. It is not how much you have fought against each strike they aim at you. Real strength is the confidence despite the rejection, being there despite the disregard for your friendship, standing up even after the tremendous fall. It is embracing the pain and letting it mold you a steadfast personality.
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This is me. Who I am is what you made me. I am the blank paper you have written on. The story I tell is the story you wrote. If it was short and brief, it was because you never spent time to fill in memories to make one whole wonderful plot.
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I’m out.
