I'm still hanging on, but the rope is no longer about to break. I'm no longer free falling.
The rope is no longer tied around my neck, the best way I can describe it is by you now holding the rope in your hands. It's not ideal, and I'm sorry for relaying on you, but I'm here to hold yours too. I would die for you is not a compliment, but me saying I will live for you, says it all. I'm not used to saying this, and I know you're not either so we don't say it much, but I love you. And for ones I feel like I can believe it goes both ways, I will at least say it and believe it until proven otherwise.
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My Reason
Short StoryMy reason. I'm holding this one promess. Saving Isn't Always Fixing.