As I placed my foot on this road again, there was that
momentary hesitation, that fleeting moment of questioning. Then I looked up,
looked at you, and ran ahead.
My heart, oh simple foolish heart, don’t you know what road
this is? Don’t you know that at the end of the tunnel is not light but hurt? Not
joy but that throbbing ache at the bottom of your belly that threatens to break
open your chest. Not smiles but tears at night on a lonely pillow.
Maybe this one is
different. Maybe this time the answer will be yes.
Please?
this is really good
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