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Growing up, I was never trained to love Wonder Woman, So when everyone threw her praise, I knew I had to connect with her on my own. I was never taught how to love her. In the late hours, I found comfort in an unmade bed, curled under her arm, over the curve in her chest, slowly moving in from her shoulders. She was raised hiding her heartstrings behind her ribs, carrying an iron fist, naturally trained to always protect emotion more than herself. Bending structures and norms in society. We always had the same gaps, yet somehow in other ways we fit perfectly together. Surrounded by others, we lived in a world on our own, arms tangled like earbuds strewn across messy notes of pristine ideas. Instead, we spent nights eating chocolate, playing cards, the background of cliché yet novel sitcoms drawing us closer together. Dissecting our hearts and minds in the early hours of the morning before putting them back together and going back to another day. See, we're never actually taught to love the people we seek to love more. Here, I failed to understand how to connect, how to fuse two hearts together, how to stop something right from going terribly wrong.
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC
Wonder Woman