I am his and he is mine.
I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.
People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.
She taught me all about real sacrifice.
That it should be done from love...
That it should be done from necessity,
not without exhausting all other options.
That it should be done for people who need
your strength because they don't
have enough of their own.
That it should be done from love...
That it should be done from necessity,
not without exhausting all other options.
That it should be done for people who need
your strength because they don't
have enough of their own.
Somewhere inside me is a merciful, forgiving person. Somewhere there is a girl who tries to understand what people are going through, who accepts that people do evil things and that desperation leads them to darker places than they ever imagined. I swear she exists, and she hurts for the repentant boy I see in front of me.
But if I saw her, I wouldn't recognize her.
But if I saw her, I wouldn't recognize her.
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