08/21/2013
"A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the perogative of the brave." – Gandhi
Love is the truest form of bravery. I am a warrior, scarred and battered, invisible to the eye. I am a wounded warrior in my own right. I need to be in traction for a while, to heal. I was brave to love him, but should never have expected anything but pain. Love is not meant to bring anything but pain. It is meant to give. I can only hope I gave him something great, I did something for him.
Hope. Hope is something hard to find. The only hope I seem to have, is that of having him come back. I would be so happy to start again, to talk it out and really try. I wish more than anything he’d give that to me.
I am attempting to find a new job, but so far no luck.
Really hope something pops up for you soon. Job hunting is incredibly difficult. If he doesn’t feel the same way he can’t force it you know? He’d be doing you a disservice to come back, try and leave again. I do wish he felt differently and just got scared, but it seems like he knows his own emotions. Love does bring more than pain, it also brings joy. To lose it though, it’s hard but still worth it to experience it.
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