Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures. ~ Jessamyn West
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It’s a funny thing.. How you can feel an end coming. That overwhelming sense that you’re about to lose, you’re about to be crushed under the staggering weight because they’re gone. They’re leaving you. Because you weren’t enough. Again. And then I wonder.. How many times can a human heart survive that kind of pain. It can’t be many. Fuck. But they haven’t left so are you just crazy? Is it all in my head? Somehow I don’t believe that even though I desperately want to. But experience is a wonderful teacher, the best actually.
Hope. It holds me down, strangles me in the process. I want to run, get away from you before it’s not just a foreshadowing beast in my gut.
I can’t do it. I can’t run.
Because what if. What if it is in my head? What if you are my world, the rest of my life, the memories we haven’t made, the fights we haven’t had, the trips we haven’t taken, the love and passion you didn’t think was possible, what if we could reach that?
I would hate myself more wondering if that’s what I missed because I was too fucking afraid of getting hurt again.
So here I am. All of me. Exposed.