Time can take it's toll on the best of us

Faith, 18 ♥

“Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs.
Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled.
Or she was pulling someone’s hair. And a part of you was drawn to her, and a part of you resisted
—wanting to ride off on your bicycle, kick a stone, remain uncomplicated.
In the same breath you felt the strength of a man, and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt.
Part of you thought: Please don’t look at me. If you don’t, I can still turn away.
And part of you thought: Look at me.”

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