angels journal

angels journal

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TW: probable mention of sh and ed i'll lyk the first time and from then on i'll put a symbol at the beginning and end so you know when to skip i'm trying to get back into writing, but it'll be on my phone since i don't have a laptop anymore. ------ "i'm so in love with you" he sighed as i began walking away. "..what?" immediately his voice kept replaying over and over in my head. my thoughts were going a mile a minute but blank at the same time. i was surprised and thankful i could even choke out a single word. my mouth went dry and i froze in place, too scared to turn around. "i know we promised to each other that we wouldn't do anything to complicate or ruin our friendship but.." he took a moment to pause, taking a deep breath and walking around so he was now facing me. he closed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows as if he was trying to decipher if he wanted to say what was coming next. then he took another deep breath and focused his gaze on my dark eyes, "but i don't think i could sit back for a lifetime and watch you love someone else.."
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"You're not going to leave me, are you?" I asked as I looked ahead at nothing, focusing on feeling his breathing on the back of my neck. "Never," he whispered. "I'll be here until you get tired of me." He was holding me in his arms, with his back to the wall of my bedroom. Both of his arms were wrapped around me, and I could see the prominent cross tattoo on his right hand. I had had another attack, feeling like the world was caving in on me. As soon as I felt that familiar pang in the bottom of my stomach reaching up to my chest, I would call him. Almost immediately, I would hear a knock at my door. He would always drop what he was doing if he received a call from me, telling him that it's happening again. He would be on my front step, always, with a few pints of ice cream and comfort. He was my rock. He was my sedative. My cure.

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