The worst or maybe even the best part of loving them was all the conflicts. I was always at my toes running away or towards things that were too exciting. Most times, I’d reach very close and something in me would put a halt to my feet. My heart would shut down, my mind would scream and my body would lose its sense of life. Then I’d walk back dejected, disappointed in myself. I'd stay in my shell, waiting to run back, waiting to garner some courage to face them, face myself. In this back and forth, I trap my love until my heart exhausts itself and I have nowhere to be, no one to love, not even myself.
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