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Let's be honest, I'm not coming back. Real life has finally caught wind of my neverland and it's biting at my heels.
It was a sick realization, when I realized I would not be returning to Auburn. Not for more than a passing wind, that is.



If love is patient and kind, if it does envy or boast, if it isn't proud or rude, if it isn't self-seeking or easily angered, if it keeps no record of wrongs and always rejoices with the truth, if it always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres... what love have I?

Because I'm tired of waiting for you to show you care and how many words have I regretted leaving my mouth? I'm terribly jealous of her and I know I've tried to impress you into loving me. I'm always asking for love and getting angry when it's not given. I can tell you every time you hurt me and I've lied to your face. I've protected my own heart instead of holding yours, I've withheld my heart when you asked for it and doubted your intentions, I've cast out all hope you'd return, and I have crumbled.

But I know this. Love never fails. It is all I have for you, all of you, some of you, each of you.

I'm waiting for the perfect love that will drive out this fear of imperfection.
Something reckless within me is stirring, and it's a far cry from the calm before the storm.

Shit, God. Today hurt.