It was around this time, 12 years ago now, that I finally understood that fear wouldn't let him love me enough to keep his promise to me. That following day would've been the anniversary of my life's greatest dream turned disappointment. His failure to even acknowledge that pain was too much to bear. He'd toyed with my emotions for far too long and I'd reached the breaking point, even though I loved him with all my heart.
This long while later, as it is every day, the pain is just as intense, the wound just as fresh as it was 4,383 days ago... Each day, I realize that although I tried to move on, and although some would say that I've succeeded, I know the truth is that I love him as much now as I did 12 years ago today. Tonight, as I lie between the sheets of the empty bed that we once shared, my prayers will be to dream of him again in moments of fitful sleep.
I am always remembering...
"Fear Eats the Soul"
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