Time and attention Without the need to mention. She deserves that much. Not an entire crutch. She's not expecting fancy dates and gifts. Or you to pull her chair when she sits. She doesn't expect you to give up your hobbies and interests. 'I love you' to continuously sit and confess. Or lose your job attempting to please. Doing some acrobats or strip tease. She just wanted to be somewhere on your priority list. Without having to scream or beg grabbing your fist. Otherwise, she'll just cry her heart out in isolation. Because you didn't have any love or consideration. She couldn't be a priority. Settling for mere scraps eventually. She'll just walk away. One fine day. When all she wanted was to make you happy. While she was nowhere on your list of priorities. At some point, to maintain her sanity. She will walk out of the inequality. It probably won't matter to you. But this woman was genuine and true. Sometimes, as much as you wanted things to work. You're the only one putting in all the effort. Your presence or absence makes no real difference. Because it's just a matter of his convenience. Still unwilling to accept. That it's time to forget. The heart aches. But for your own sake. Pick up the pieces and run away. Don't dream of another shot and another day. Eat some ice cream and chocolate. And whatever it takes to forget. Occupy your mind. Something you'll find. But the heart wants what the heart wants. In pensive nostalgia, you'll perpetually haunt.
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