I still see her in my sleep. I embrace her while I dream. I tell her my feelings, and for the moment everything is right.
But then comes reality. Bitterly cold. I must suppress. I must ignore every tic, every want, every desire to admire her. I cannot tell her of her beauty. I cannot speak to her of my care. Not anymore.
She's chosen her path. A path leading away from me. Soon I'll be of no importance. Simply a hindrance waiting to be rid of.
Do I choose now to leave? Shall I accept my fate and deal with the pain? Or do I wait?Waiting with the foolish hope something may become again. I will sit here in vain waiting for more, but, alas, it will never come.
It's only time before she cuts our ties. It's only time before I see her go. But I am the fool, so I will sit and wait until finally, the link between us is severed.
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