I sometimes wonder what it ever was -- what we had.
Does it even matter to contemplate it now? Now that it's all coming to a close? It's very hard for me to walk away from all this -- from you. I just can't seem to let you go. It's an inward battle that refuses to give up. I refuse to give up. But how could I not? You clearly want out. You clearly want me as far away from you as possible. So what will it take for me to get it?
I can't give up on you, for some reason. As pathetic as it sounds, I know you are worth fighting for. Is it that your past never appreciated you? Is it that you felt recklessly abandoned, or unfulfilled? Did you not feel the 'Big Magic' with them? Did they discard you like a used rag?
I can't seem to do that. I see you... I see you through all your armor and your barriers and your walls. I found the corners with small crevices to squeeze myself through. I found them. But you still refuse to acknowledge my existence.
What do I do?
7:49 a.m. - 2019-03-01
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