Dear mere girl,
I do not understand why you seem to think your love is any more special. Your love trips while running after its wants, your love sends irrational messages at 2 in the morning, your love mistakes his tender touch for its own, foolish-aren’t you? yet you still seem to falter when connecting these truths. Mere girl, I do not wish to be cruel, truly. I simply just need to dissect your seemingly empty brain into a glimpse of how you could ever possess to compare your love to hers. You never paused the music that drowned out the reasons as to why you were lost, and now all you seem to do is grovel and compare yourself to her. Mere girl, it seems like her love was stronger than yours could dream about.