Love in Ink and Snow

I admit it.

I'm pretty narcissistic.

Before I met her,

I would sigh.

I wonder: if I had never met her, how would I have understood what it means to feel utterly inferior? How would I have shattered all my own convictions that I was just fine?

Meeting someone and learning to dislike yourself is definitely not a good thing.

But

if anyone dared to erase meeting her from my memories, to cut her out of my life,

I would

grab hold of them and never let them go. I'd make their life hell.