Facing it.

sometimes denial is a good thing, and ignorance is truly bliss. but most times, the good thing turns sour and bliss is shortlived.
when you know you have to let go, you fight with every strain of thought to not let go.
and it shows. right there, on your countenance. that skewed look of furrowed eyebrows, and a twisted pout. but of course, blame it on stress. it’s the scapegoat for everything…
but when you see him walk through that door, it’s a dead giveaway. you can’t let go.

distance can mend sometimes more than it can break. but as unpredictable as me, well i guess we’ll just sit this one out.

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