We make the sun shine...

[6_ranni_rae_6]

Why are you even with me still? Do we even have a 'relationship' anymore? You can barely look me in the eye, let alone touch me. Can you even say you still love me at all?

It's so easy to get lost in constantly having to present whatever face you believe a person wants to see, rather than your own.
Yet we hesitate to surrender all of our insecurities, only the ones we are most comfortable relinquishing...
Such a paradox, isn't it?