I have lost count of the times I have given up on you, on “us”, and this thing we have. I know it doesn't show, but I have played this out countless times, and regardless of the scenarios manufactured, I find myself sitting, waiting, and hoping that this, whatever it is, does not fade. I find myself looking around, wondering where you are, and why you are not here . . . with me . . . being with you. The fact is, I am different with you in the picture, and that brings a joy that I--unlike most things in this uber-complicated life--am able comprehend.
The first thirteen words are taken from Beautiful Wreck, by Shawn Mullins.
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