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Exile of your Heart

Exile of your Heart

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Romance
"Cecelia!" I heard him call. He's here. He came. I turned around to face him. The sunset light made him look so gorgeous. I always liked his eyes in the sunlight. His breath was frantic, probably from all the running. "Don't leave, please," he said and tears filled my eyes. "Stay." It looked like it took a lot for him to say these words. But it's not enough of a reason for me to stay. Hope was fluttering strong in my heart. "Why?" I asked him. I wanted to know. I watched as he struggled for an answer. He doesn't have one. He never did. I nodded, my tears falling freely now. I didn't bother to hide them. My feet felt heavy when I walked away, and my heart even heavier. All the memories of us together started playing in my mind like a film. But I didn't stop, I left him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?

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