For the Unloved
Sometimes, I’m a walking contradiction.
Sometimes, it makes for a wasted life. When those people and the memories they’re attached to are gone? So are massive parts of what I’ve lived.
Then, I remember. My subconscious made that decision for me. I’ll sacrifice the beauty of it all to refrain from the pain.
Call me a coward? I am. Tell me I’m missing out? I’m not. I’m laying next to someone right now, as I write this. Living in the moment.
Loving them with everything that I have. Even though I’m afraid to and even though I’m not, all at the same time. Loving them in comfort, because I know if I have to – if they make me – I can forget them.
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