Better Option

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But as time came it all ended, so fast I didn't have time to try and make things work, I only had time to cry and say goodbye..... He had to go back to Scottsdale, I couldn't even figure out a plan for me to go, or him to stay. He was just gone like that, like sand in the wind, or dust being swept. I couldn't bear seeing him go, I hated that he didn't tell me sooner but he knew I would be like this. If he did, I would crumble, like overbaked cookies on a pan, trying to be strapped off. He knew I would cling to him and beg for him to stay, so he chose the easier, better option. Never telling me..............about her

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