We were both guilty of not letting each other in, not wanting to be the first to say something that might have put how we felt on the line. We were both guilty of pushing the other away to protect that piece of ourselves that we had already unknowingly given to each other. Fear of rejection and sounding stupid kept us apart. We let pride get in the way of what could have been a good thing. He’ll say it first, she’ll say it first. Well, no one said it first. Someone should have said it first. I’m guilty of not saying anything when I had the chance. Who knows if you’ll get another.
What happens when you finally get some clarity on a bad situation but it doesn’t come with closure? You see the realization of everything, but you can’t move on
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