i knew it would happen one day. i didn't expect it to come this soon. i should have paid attention to the red flags,, and listened to everyone's opinions. instead i pushed them away and dismissed their warnings. i trusted her too much. now there is no one to rely on, no shoulders to cry on and i'm left alone to my thoughts. it would have been easier to do what they said. i wouldn't be in this situation right now. her obscurity left me in this emotional limbo. her tendency to embed false hope in people has me convinced that what we had was never legitimate. i'm stranded, wondering what to make of her enigmatic words. what kills me is the strand of hope she left me with. i wish we could get it over with with no need to worry anymore. bringing that up would be fatal though. what faith she had would have be crushed along with any chance of improvement. but i know it's never gonna be the same as before. things have changed too much. yet i still have a hope of getting back what is beyond my reach. in this way i am a bee, barry b benson fluttering towards the incandescent lightbulb believing it is the sun. i am tantalus grasping for fruit. a toddler like me may not know how to get food, yet knows of hunger.
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