I'm the story you never told. And I'm telling your story now. I'm telling the secrets you want to hide but can't keep hidden. Listen, as the fire crackles and the cat curls up on your lap. Listen, as your hair stands at uncanny reflections. Listen to your heart, screaming. listen, and dream.
We always fought, mainly, me picking on you. Finding faults when there were none. I suppose I was pushing my luck, testing how far I could go. I suppose I was trying to see how much of bullshit you could take before you said “Enough!” and walk out of my life. I guess I didn’t think I deserved anything good happen to me. But you never gave up. Every time I pushed you away, you’d come back, saying you’re sorry when I should be the one to apologize. You took in everything I threw at you and kept coming back.
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