I used to be a guy who had to appear to be... righteous. I always had to come across as nice, easy going, but genuine. I had to be honest at the cost of everything else. I had to be the guy no one could say anything bad about.
Well today...
I don't know who I am. Am I that guy? Or am I the guy I was with Sara? Am I simply defined as a father with bipolar disorder? Or does it run deeper than that?
I don't know where my definition lies.
I guess... I'll find the answer later in life.
As for my love...
She's shown me who she is. I just have to make my own steps from this point to define who I really am. No matter what she says, I know who I really am.
I'm the nice guy.
I always will be.
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