I used to be that person who never asks for help: a strong woman who is more successful than men on her level, colder than men who she dates, a better driver than men she knows; more interested in politics than boys her age and even beyond, and not cutting the grass only because she consider herself a lady. I am thrown into a world of equations and unimaginable spaces. Within days, im loosing the ground under my feet; I am not sure if heaven exists - not sure about anything anymore.
He likes you, my roommate says. He wouldn’t be helping you for these long hours if he didn’t.
Really? i pretend being surprised.
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