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“cause we’re the masters of our own fate, we’re the captains of our own souls”
05.07
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Mayıs 2020 tarihinde katıldı
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I don't listen to much of the wedding sermon. They're all sort of the same, don't you think?
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it's not proud. It doesn't dishonour others, it's not self-seeking, it's not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
But it's shit. It's all a lie.
We weren't any of those things but don't you for a second try to tell me we weren't in love. I loved him more than anything and at the end of everything, it's all we had and it did not persevere. It failed.
And then I feel a body saddle up next to me.
Feel it.
Even though he's not touching me at all, I feel it in my bones. A curious, deep ache and a mild episode of SVT.
He leans against the bar.
"How's the weather, Parks?"
And his stupid pillow mouth rips at the seams of my resolve not to love him how I worry I always will, and my mind falls through an infinity of memories I've had with him and thought I'd have with him and worry I won't ever have with him again.
He laughs and for some reason it sounds like I'm ringing the doorbell of the home I grew up in.
She's crying for me in a way I've never done for mysel and I love her for it.