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back and forth, back and forth it drove him insane but the back and forth, back and forth was still better than the pain he'd rather be in uncertainty than lose her all at once the fear of never speaking to her again was better than enduring silence for a few months but it got to him, still her lack of commitment and the way her mind changed he wondered if it was so easy, to let him go if loving him was as easy as being from him estranged she was so hard to predict and it wasn't easy she went from 'i love you' to 'i'm leaving' one day she'll want to choose you, the other, lose you she went from all night conversations to not even speaking i guess for him, the pros outweighed the cons the hope outweighed the fear he'd rather live in anxiety than the lose the possibility of keeping her near it hurt him inside, every now and often but he embraced the uncertainty, the shaky life he kept his mouth shut and took what he could get praying every night that one day, she might choose him for good, and become his wife.
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Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
hope is a slow poision [story II]
back and forth, back and forth it drove him insane but the back and forth, back and forth was still better than the pain he'd rather be in uncertainty than lose her all at once the fear of never speaking to her again was better than enduring silence for a few months but it got to him, still her lack of commitment and the way her mind changed he wondered if it was so easy, to let him go if loving him was as easy as being from him estranged she was so hard to predict and it wasn't easy she went from 'i love you' to 'i'm leaving' one day she'll want to choose you, the other, lose you she went from all night conversations to not even speaking i guess for him, the pros outweighed the cons the hope outweighed the fear he'd rather live in anxiety than the lose the possibility of keeping her near it hurt him inside, every now and often but he embraced the uncertainty, the shaky life he kept his mouth shut and took what he could get praying every night that one day, she might choose him for good, and become his wife.
when it's right, you always know
blindsight
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Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
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