Always when I've read love poems written hundreds of years ago about some unattainable girl, I wondered what was actually up with that girl. I thought they were stuck-up and undeserving.
Now I kind of get it.
Because I'm that girl. And though I try to be sweet without giving false hope, I'm most certainly undeserving.
I start to tell him how flawed I am, but when you care for someone, being able to take care of them just gets you in deeper.
I don't know how to respond.
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