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To some, silence is terrifying, but that's because they fail to enjoy the peace and tranquility that comes with it. To be comfortable in complete silence would mean you would be comfortable facing all your demons, and acknowledging yourself and the choices you make. In silence, you’re incapable of hiding from your own true self.
Everyone looks nice until you peel back a couple of layers. It’s all an illusion.
“I keep telling myself not to care about you, but I can’t. Somehow, I always end up back where I was before.”
There’s just something that happens when I’m around her… like she’s looking at me, not through me, not for me, but at me. Not seeing what she wants from me but me the man. The feeling is heady, dragging me into her orbit in ways I don’t understand yet. I’m not sure I want to try to understand it.
When I held her in my arms, it felt perfect and right, and as much as I didn’t want the moment to end, it needed to. In the world I live, there is no chance between her and I.
"At the cost of what? What's the point if I have to give up every part of myself to keep him happy? Once you take it all, what is left for me? What will be the point then?”
