You said you wouldn't be talkative for most of the day.
I understood why even though it still hurt.
But that ONE day turned into two days. And then three. And then four. I know the days will keep adding up but am I still unhappy?
If I'm honest.
No.
I have healed to a point where I am happy. But that doesn't mean I'm not scared. As I talk to him and smile and laugh at his jokes and weirdness. I am at my utmost happy. But one little sip from his lips and I slip into oblivion of fear. Of pain. Of history. Of loneliness. And then I recover. He slowly pulls me out of my cave.
He tells me I'm okay.
He tells me. That wasn't his intentions. He reassures me.
And I find myself believing his word.
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Notes in a Notepad
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