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Some days I deserved a medal for being so patient with idiots.
You are who you are in life, and you either live that time trying to bend yourself to make other people happy, or… you don’t.
They didn’t need to know how bad my need was
I held grudges like a motherfucker.
Even Jonathan, my brother, had told me once years ago that if I were a man, no one would think twice about it. People would think I was some kind of asshole hero with a heart of gold.
“Want some candy, little girl?” the idiot asked as he placed a forearm on the door and shoved his black-framed, black-lensed glasses up onto the top of his equally dark hair.
“Get in, loser.”
“I’d push you out of the way if you were about to get run over,”
“You almost look sweet when you’re sleeping.”
I’ll treat your broke ass.”
Those hands that I was so familiar with, I could pick out from a crowd by touch.
I loved him. I loved this man so much that losing him was going to break my cold, dead heart into so many pieces I was just going to have to stick them in the same box I kept my dreams and carry it around with me forever.
This was my partner. This was more than my partner. He was my other half.
And his smile was just… ugh.
What I wanted was him forever, but I’d take what I could get.
