By Sarah Ann
He walks away with a swagger. I want him to pause, but he marches into his future.
I don’t know how we got here. We were determined to win where others failed. Death and separation took many. We were never smug offering consolation, knowing we wouldn’t follow the same path. But we got lost.
We have flattened the grass with circular arguments; his need for adventure, my promises to change.
If you love somebody, set them free. So I have. I will get used to cooking for one and a half-empty fridge. And I’ll survive, longing for his return.
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We all think we will be the exception to the rule. But it’s easier said than done.
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So many of us go into relationships with a blind faith, never expecting them to end. Maybe if we had our eyes open it would be easier to see when things start to change.
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True. But then again, “open eyes” sometimes mean “suspicion”, and that can ruin things sometimes, too. It’s important to find a balance.
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Well said.
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Great insight, well said.
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