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You are whoever they want you to be. You are more than enough, because you are not real. You are perfect, because you don’t exist. Not you. Never you. They look at you and see whatever they want. Because they don’t see you at all.

A date is something made, something planned; not a chance of opportunity, but time set aside at one point for another, a moment in the future. A promise.

March is such a fickle month. It is the seam between winter and spring - though seam suggests an even hem, and March is more like a rough line of stitches sewn by an unsteady hand, swinging wildly between January gusts and June greens. You don’t know what you’ll find until you step outside.