I don't think I like this weird Cold War between us where it's off and on and there is no true resolution. I was happier when I considered you dead and gone. I was moving on with my life. Now as usual, I'm fucking standing still because you are still on the outskirts of my life and it's a sad fact I will have to accept that you always will be.
I have an understanding now that you will never allow me to be anyone else and to be happy, because I'm always going to be you're final option and you're back up plan. That's fine. You're twenty-one years too fucking late however.
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