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Lately when we talk I’ve been having a feeling.. something that causes a hitch in my breath because it feels like we’re right on the edge. The edge of admitting how we truly feel. Not too long ago you started by telling me you had something to talk to me about… it felt like an almost confession from you. Then after you stumbled over your words it turned into you telling me how you see me, you see what I do. (If only you knew it was all because it’s been for you). I see the stress you carry, the efforts you put in.. the way you care for the people around you. Even if I can only take a little off your plate, it brings me some sort of comfort. It was like you started to tell me, like you were just trying to push out the words, but then had to pull yourself back in and remind yourself what kind of position we’re both in.
Gosh.. If only you truly knew how bad I want to hear it from you, how bad I myself want to just let it all out. There’s always that voice in the back of my head though telling me to pull back, protect myself because maybe I’m misreading everything. & something tells me you have the same voice too. I don’t know how much longer we can continue being right on the edge.
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