Why, I ask, do I seek a relationship with someone who treats me this way?
Pour my heart out in genuine effort to explain how long I'd been waiting for those two days.
A year, I think. A year, and I was dirt.
What, I ask, did I do so terribly wrong?
Pour my heart out in genuine effort to explain how long I'd been waiting for those two days, and await a reply.
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"Is that it?"
"For now."
Dear year, I am ready for you. Your time of pain is not new to me.
Maybe this time next year, it will be 5 days instead of 2.
Maybe.
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