Love is a cardboard box full of crickets.
I am Lady Cynical.
And one morning, maybe was it yesterday, maybe was it today
I woke up and thought:
What if it’s true? What if he really does love me?
Can it really be?
Why would he stay with me for so long if he does not feel love for me?
So maybe it is true.
But how can we always be sure that we are loved?
I am Lady Cynical
And I am always afraid of living a lie
Something that will end up being just a big pile up of shit.
A big lie
The other morning, maybe was it yesterday, maybe was it today
I decided to believe it.
I decided to stop being scared and cynical.
I decided to think the duck thing
(if it looks like one, quacks like one, etc etc)
What if we both love each other and we are not walking in a mine field?
These last 6 months are the best proof I can ever get.
And more to come
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