transcripted emotions

A Dangerous Recipe To love him is something, I hold highly suspicious. Like having something, so very delicious - then being told, to do the dishes.

Loving you I saw him the other day. His arms around another girl, his eyes when met with mine - were slow in their recognition. I wonder if he remembers what I once told him. I will love you forever. He had smiled at me sadly before giving his reply. But I am so afraid you may one day stop. Now all these years later, I am the one who is afraid. Because I love him, I still do. I haven't stopped. I don't think I can. I don't think I ever will.

Letting Him Go There is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A tender sacrifice. Like the pained silence felt in the lost song of a mermaid; or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.

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