“Alicia.” He said and he touches my hands. I just look at it, I want him to touch my hands longer, but no, I have to remind myself that he does not love me, he is holding my hands right now to explain himself, that I should not fall for him again, once again, and then make my heart break into pieces again. I am done loving someone who does not love me back, I am done loving someone who can’t love me back, I should be more of myself, I should be more independent. I should not depend on boys anymore. If boys can’t love me, then I should learn to not love them back, and be attached to them for an American boy who will brake an American girl’s heart.
It is not it.
I am not just any other white American girl, I am Alicia, Katherine, Madden.
“I don’t love. Yes that is true… I don’t love you
