letters from a love unreturned

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I thought of all the others who had tried to tie him to the ground and failed. So I resisted showing him the songs and poems I had written, knowing that too much truth can ruin a thing. And if that meant he wasn't entirely mine, what of it? I would be the one he could always return to without fear of recrimination or question. So I did not try to win him and contented myself with playing a beautiful game. But there was always a part of me that hoped for more, and so there was a part of me that was always a fool.

   ;kumo~