We are an illusion. A fractured fucking fairy tale that worked once upon a time. We come close but we aren’t back to that yet. This is still a chess game and you and I may be unpredictable. But we are also going to play this game forever unless one of us makes a choice and a gamble and some day soon.
And then there can be an end. Regardless. I am the one who does not have chaos in his life and that’s because I’ve made a choice for that to be the exact situation. I can walk away, anytime, I’ve chosen not to. But i do answer the phone and listen to your drama. But I don’t think that this changes overnight or has a fairytale ending without it involving a lot of work. You’re not there yet. I’ve been waiting a long time for you to be and one day you might be where I am now. But you ain’t there yet.
I hold no illusions to what we might have been. I just remember what we were and what we might be again. My reality is simply better than yours right now and I don’t allow drama or bullshit to affect it, and neither should you. But one of us needs to grow u and it isn’t me.
As I’ve Always said to you, I’ll be here when you’re ready. But I don’t think you are yet.
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