I don't know when exactly it happened
When I settled for never falling in love the classical way
For never letting lust win
For believing that slow burn romances were all I could ever hope for in life at best
That I would never sweep someone off their feet
That the best I could amount to was someone who could just barely stand to still want to see my face at the end of the day just before sleep
I don't know when I started believing that love
True love
The kind I used to fawn over about while watching old movies
And dream about at night
That that love wasn't for someone like me
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