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He walks by and looks away.
I follow suit, continuing on my way and hiding the way my heart aches.
. . .
See, I would never be the first to tell the truth to you. Not because I don't want to, but because I've tried to show it before and failed. Either you didn't want to see it or it's simply not meant to be.
Truth be told, I am exhausted. Tired of all of my mistakes and of all the feeling they have brought me. I can feel my hands giving out from holding my heart on my sleeve for so long and I'm too broken to see the path in front of me. So, in light of that, I am giving up.
I will dry my eyes until my road is visible again, I'll clear my thoughts and speak of what I see when I close my eyes until I'm unable to spare a single sentence on you. Then, when I feel free enough, I'll live again.
I will let the rain clear my mind and let the sun warm my skin. I will let the wind blow away my sadness and let the candle lights carress my aches.
And should you follow my footsteps and find me, I'll allow it. This time though, it wouldn't be because I can't keep my thoughts from you - but because I will be free to do so if I want to.
. . .
He walks by and looks away again.
Pushing the palms of my shaky fumbling hands into the pockets of the worn out jacket I'm wearing, I slip away as well.
