Resoutions . . . Out the window

Did you ever wished you were different because of a boy?
Did you ever wished you were different because of a man?
Were you ashamed of wishing such a thing?

Do you battle every day against it?
Fiercely screaming at yourself?
To love yourself as you are?
To never wish to be different . . . for him.

And, then after all . . .
A word, his word
A smile, his smile

And you melt like the Wicked Witch of the West in a rainstorm.

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