There's a certain kind of girl who doesn't just live life she imagines it, rewrites it, romanticizes it, and overthinks it all before anything even begins. That girl is me.
I've always been the "what if" kind of girl what if he meant it? What if I didn't say enough? What if I'm just too much for people who barely give anything at all?
I carry scenarios in my head like I'm directing movies. I create entire love stories from one "hey."
One look becomes a poem.
One delayed reply becomes a heartbreak.
One soft moment becomes a forever that only exists in my mind.
I've loved loudly, even when the silence echoed louder.
I've stayed up trying to be enough for people who couldn't even be honest with themselves.
And yet… I still believe in love not the fairytale kind, but the kind that sees me in my loudest, softest, most confusing form… and stays anyway.
This isn't a perfect story.
It's messy. It's emotional. It's full of screenshots I should've deleted and words I should've said.
But it's real.
Because behind every scene in my mind… is just one girl.
One heart.
And way too many scenarios.