The idea of me

It’s nothing personal; if anything, I suppose we’re just a stream of what-ifs and oh-wells. After all, you are the boy with a smile like Christmas; and I am the girl who has a tendency to drown in indigo blues.

“I think I knew you before,” you’d say, “once upon a time.”

I am the kind of girl you could never fall in love with at first sight. I am a half-assed inner monologue riddled with inconsistencies and hypocrisies; but you are genuine and unbroken, and solitude isn’t your forte.

“I knew,” I’d tell you, “but it’s never summer where I’m from.”

-Rachel Gu/ Thought Catalog

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