I’d love intensely those who’d love me back.
I would trust as much, but not the same.
I would share but only with those who could treasure my secrets as their own and never bring them back to me as my fault.
If I lived again, I would be a friend, that wouldn’t change at all.
I wouldn’t fear as much, I would dare more.
I wouldn’t allow so much, I would demand what I deserve.
I would be as loyal even if it didn’t pay off.
Because if I lived again, I would remain myself.