Its time to finally choose.
He loved home. He loved the familiarity. The feeling that he can walk around with eyes closed knowing he was safe. Knowing that tap in the bathroom that always dripped.
That at night, the branch hit the window and sounded like a plea of help, urgent and desperate. He had searched for that noise when they first moved in and realized what it was.
Now it was soothing. Almost like music.
He loved the familiarity.
Of her. The one thing that had never changed. But it would. There was no other choice.
It was as inevitable as the setting of the sun. It had to happen. Unless they went out of their way to run from it and even then it would eventually catch up.
He knocked at her door.
She had never meant anything more than a friend to him. But how much of a difference that had made was unexplainable. He didn’t question or wonder why she would want to spend time with him or listen to him. She had to. That is what she was there for. And now they were older. He was making a decision to not be how they had always been. Together.
He knocked again.
He had cried holding her. And laughed while beating her up. He had written about her eyes and those thinking stares.
Her.
And now he was going. To bigger things. To bigger dreams.
To better people, too, maybe.
Maybe.
She was certainty.
He loved home. He loved the familiarity. The feeling that he can walk around with eyes closed knowing he was safe. Knowing that tap in the bathroom that always dripped.
That at night, the branch hit the window and sounded like a plea of help, urgent and desperate. He had searched for that noise when they first moved in and realized what it was.
Now it was soothing. Almost like music.
He loved the familiarity.
Of her. The one thing that had never changed. But it would. There was no other choice.
It was as inevitable as the setting of the sun. It had to happen. Unless they went out of their way to run from it and even then it would eventually catch up.
He knocked at her door.
She had never meant anything more than a friend to him. But how much of a difference that had made was unexplainable. He didn’t question or wonder why she would want to spend time with him or listen to him. She had to. That is what she was there for. And now they were older. He was making a decision to not be how they had always been. Together.
He knocked again.
He had cried holding her. And laughed while beating her up. He had written about her eyes and those thinking stares.
Her.
And now he was going. To bigger things. To bigger dreams.
To better people, too, maybe.
Maybe.
She was certainty.
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