The lies we believed in high school. The ideals we wrapped around things, events and mostly, people. I saw my ideals have cracks when I was in college. But I didn't stand there long enough to watch most, if not all, of them shatter.
I am far from the 16 year old girl who graduated in high school in the year 2006. I can say she looked at things with rose tinted glasses. Yes, she was evermore the romantic. She believes in one true love, destiny, soul mates, among others. She writes poems of unrequited love.
But the girl typing this now doesn't. Doesn't believe in one true love. Doesn't entirely believe in pure destiny set in stone. Still believes in soul mates but in a completely different context.
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