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INSECURITY


I was never sure if it was love or if it was severe lest. I would have gave this man anything, but it was myself that I couldn't Trust. But I knew there was something different. Something completely distinctive. I prayed he wouldn't turn out to be manipulative or vindictive. I prayed he wouldn't take the truth and twisted. I crave his presence. He's forever missed. A piece of me is now missing. All the time I wood reevaluate my emotions. I self examine myself to ensure that this wasn't vain , and empty fixation, the thrill of every situation, his brown eyes, and the temptation. His intelligence was uncomfortable. We clicked instantly. I was able to lay down my mind to rest my troubles. He never meant any harm or pain infliction, but his love was terrible. I couldn't believe that it was real. I let this man's love shake me. It was because in myself, I wasn't steady. If I could relive every moment of Summer's 2017, I will live it better. The most ironic skiing was that I met the right man. It was just the wrong time for us to be, I simply wasn't ready. Often times I wonder if he was having sent so that I would one day complete him as he would for me.

 
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