by Colette

Is this what it feels like to be loved?

Was the mirror a delusion, or am I deluding myself?

She's my mirror; soft and shy, awkward and adorable, her smile makes me melt.

I look in her eyes and I see the girl I was, and I just want to hold her so close.

She my mirror; rebellious and tense, sensitive and sweet, her kiss sent a chill down my spine.

There's so much to love but so much to lose, I'm terrified of breaking her heart.

I just wish I could tell

Without this uncertainty

Which one

I mean

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