Perhaps that’s why I’m in turmoil. I should have spoken when I had the chance. Because that would have been me. Instead I held back. Because I feared being unwanted, and I feared pushing you away. And if it wasn’t fear of that, it was fear of making past mistakes again.
And I promised myself I wouldn’t be dictated by fear. Convinced myself it wasn’t that, and perhaps that wasn’t all it was. But if you leave after all this, even if you don’t see me the same way, it isn’t meant to be. It will save me time in the long run.
If nothing else, you taught me that there will be someone out there I can love again. You just happen to be an amazing one.
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E.B. Mahoney
Aspiring author, artist, and sleep deprived student. Based in Australia, E.B. Mahoney enjoys climbing trees, playing a real-world version of a fictional sport, and writing in the scant spare time she has left.
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I have a spider in my shower. I have taken a shower in there three times despite this knowledge and it haunts me between each drop of water, each brush against the wall or showerhead. I do not know where it lurks. I saw it once and since then it has maintained a steady hidden location, to which my eyes only half-heartedly search.
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average but nice
I couldn't stop reading. Your writing was really well done!