I know that if I ask you to leave, you will. You really will. We'll both be heartbroken. Devastated. Absolutely. But if I ask you to, you will. No matter how much it hurts us. No matter the tears. No matter the fact that this will probably be the last time.
And what if I ask you to stay? Then what?
You and I both know that even if you do stay it's a temporary one. Even if you stay, for how long can you stay?
Seriously... You're pushing me into a corner. It's almost as if you're saying that, whatever you choose, it's your choice but remember we both will face its consequences.
As in, you know, you can choose to let me go, that will hurt a lot but maybe, just maybe, we can move on.
Or you can choose for me to stay, we'll be happy, but soon we'll be even sadder than ever before.
What exactly do you expect me to choose? What do I do?
YOU ARE READING
Scribbled
Non-FictionMy inner thoughts, musings, unsent messages, loved quotes and random babbles. While some of these are original, some I picked up off articles, books or the internet. Feel free to share your thoughts and opinions.
