Sunday, July 6, 2014

The Lies We Tell Ourselves to Make it Easier

I never thought I would fall out of love with her until you came back into my life. Holding your hand made me forget all the doubts I had about my future. Kissing you silenced all my heart's longing.

I waited ten years for you.

I believed you the way a child believes a father's bedtime stories. And that's all we were.

Yet, I still believe in love. In my own jaded way. I'm marked with pain, yet I cling to hope like a fallen climber to a lone tree branch.

I still believe that love will find me.

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