she says she's change her mind, wants him back
when she’s never taken anybody back in the past, she having to choose between who
she is and what he wants her to be, resisting, needing to hold on to who she
is, at the risk of his slipping away, and she chose, regretted it, and changed
her mind, too later since he needs to keep the picket fence, two car garage and
the one and a half kids statistics claims his life style requires.
This is not here kind of life and she knows it, and yet –
this was so good (whatever it was) that
she’s willing to make an exception, reconsider his offer, only she might still
not know what that offer is, how much she has to surrender if she agrees, an
unconditional surrender to which she needs to submit herself when the
alternative is always as unbearable, the silence of the night, the all too
clinging bedsheets, the urgency of waking and wonder why fate fated her to be
alone.
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