That gentle shade of rose that blooms upon your cheeks, is fragile. Embarassment has never really favoured me, although you helped exemplify this unlike any other. You charmed me and romanced me, whilst your intentions were clearly pretentious. By captivating my trust, holding onto it and then mocking it, you changed me. The harm you caused is my hidden blessing. I will gather my courage and thank you. For opening my eyes. I now know myself, my allies and where I stand. So although I lost the battle, my wounds have healed twice as strong. From fragility to detached from pety tears. Thank you.
