*

of finally choosing to bare my soul to this love

even though it is quite late

and it's strange,

because despite all this pride,

i feel so humbled by my humanity.

so humbled by both the love and the pain.

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i didn't want a basket of eggs but i found one and was fond of one and

well,

i guess there are better homes for the basket of eggs, there is a greater need of that basket elsewhere.

.

as much as i want to

stay angry

or stay in denial,

at the end of the day

the fondness remains.

.

but right now,

i can't really focus on a basket of eggs

or other baskets

or other eggs.

.

there's a lot more to the world, and i

am ready to face it all.

basket in hand, or not.

.

it's been a long time coming.

a part of me is still really sad,

but a part of me is thankful that i don't have to

be extremely careful that i might

break some eggs with anything i do.

a part of me is glad that any weight

but my own

isn't holding me back

anymore.

.

i've been so in love,

and undeniably,

i really did love quite truly.

but now that i know that i can love that much,

i feel the freedom to love myself practically

press from within my chest.

and beyond that:

i'm free to love those