Monday, October 15, 2012

Walking Slowly

I'm just a person. Walking, talking, breathing, living, dying. This relationship we have built hasn't hit a wall. You are just too afraid to move forward from here. You have this doubt in your mind, that's unwarranted.

I'm almost done fighting for this, fighting for you. But what choice do I have? It's either this or nothing at all. Nothing more from me.


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