Sometimes we shouldn't go looking for answers, because we may just find what we were fearing.
Does he love me? Does he even think of me any more? Is he the person I thought he was? What exactly is he hiding?
We need to know the truth, but those dark answers we find out can haunt us, terrify us and enrage us. It's like one instance after another right now and I don't know how to say it. What to say. How to muster the courage to say the words on my mind. All I can do is type on here, with the vain hope that putting these words down will make me do something.
Why can't I speak freely? Why have I allowed others to control my behaviour and cause me to be so anxious about being open? Why am I so impaired when it comes to seeing the truth within men? I feel another sleepless night looming upon me, whilst I'm sure he sleeps on his bed of secrets effortlessly...
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