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Story // Let's say it is.
There she was. Facing her future. A fork in the road. Two ways to turn. She made up her mind months ago. A similar decision she had made years ago. A decision she had to forcefully let go; betray. She regretted it. Even still. The way the tears linger in her eyes, she's confused. She's confused on her own life. She knows where she wants her future to end up. She knows it's the same future she had planned long ago. A future of happiness, marriage, and a family. A future of utter, just utter bliss.
Yet, as she stands at this fork, the happiness comes closer. Seemingly days away. Weeks away. Months away. Each bit in little segments that she will hold dear to her small beating her. Will the acceptance be easy? She wonders. Will the transition be difficult? She fears. Will the court follow her endlessly? She dreads.
However, it's the one long grasp. That held out hand of reassurance. That loving smile. Those lips that constantly whisper the words, "I love you. I love you. I love you. Marry me. I love you." She clings. She clings, and holds close. This is what she wants. She knows it.
Still, she wishes for one chance. A chance to head back to the past and fix every mistake. Fix every argument. Fix every flaw. She craves the opportunity. She wishes it were possible, but her reasonings tell her to let it go, and move forward.
Thus, this is what she plans. This is what she sees.
Good bye confusion.
Good bye delusion.
Hello love.
I'm waiting
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