That's Me...
It's funny remembering conversations between Max and I---when he'd tell me I deserved nothing less than something great, and I'd just cry. He kept trying to reassure me--or convince me--that should something great ever come to me that I wholly deserved it. It had not been good luck. It was because I had waited so long and hurt so much that it was time something better fell into my lap--something I didn't have to work for. It was only mine.
And now that it's here...
I find myself fighting not to be so attached because I'm convinced it's not really mine.
Seems such a stupid, useless, and unrealistic waste of my time--
but so irresistibly, characteristically Holly.
And now that it's here...
I find myself fighting not to be so attached because I'm convinced it's not really mine.
Seems such a stupid, useless, and unrealistic waste of my time--
but so irresistibly, characteristically Holly.