She would have been good at it. Actually
no, she IS good at it.
She would have taken care of you when
you needed her.
She would have dressed up to the nines
when she accompanies you to your social gatherings.
She would have made you feel like you’re
the only one.
She would have loved you
whole-heartedly.
But she knows better now. Now that the
dust has settled, she knows that the fences have got to come up. The plastic
sheet has got to be put in place.
She sees how sweet and real you are. She
sees the enchanting smile that lights her up in return. She sees the twinkle in
your eye when you gaze at her with such intensity.
But you confuse her. Did you want her or
was it just a form of distraction?
Well, as much as she loves The Hunger
Games, she’s not in a place where she can reciprocate the games that you play.
Her guard is up; she’s not going to make the same mistakes yet again.
Especially more so given the circumstances that she’s in now.
Every day, she resolves (with a
determination like never before) to flip the off switch and put those white
picket fences up. There’s no way you can hurt her then.
Every day, she slips that bit whenever
she sees or talks to you.
So help her, she will bounce back. That
independent streak in her will come to light.
Nora


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