My aim is to be vulnerable. For it is only when I allow myself to be weak that I will truly know who I am. Muster strength to face the weakness and not hide it. I promised to not speak, for I am strange, flawed and perhaps still insecure. But that is not me. I will continue speaking, and find out more about the ones around me.

I will slowly forget the way I looked at you, and look at you in a new light. You are someone I will trust and love, not in the way I trusted and loved. If I really did love anyone. Or do I still?