rachana rajan <3

(fanfic in Harry’s POV)

I can’t help feeling like an old cardigan under someone’s bed. Maybe it’s because every time I’m in love, it doesn’t work out. Maybe it’s because even if they do love me back, it’s not enough to fight for me. Why though? I’m not really sure. But my insecurities keep telling me it’s because I’m different.

So yeah, I always expect disappointment so that I’ll never be disappointed when I like someone. You might ask me to be positive and see the good side of things. You might say I’m being depressing. But somehow this is my reality and this is how I think when I like someone, it helps me to get through heartbreak because I never really see myself ending up with that person to begin with.

I know I do reject the people who come my way, maybe I’m stupid for letting them go. But I guess we feel what we feel and I’ll know if I meet that person. Because souls know.