Outside the Kitchen Door

Outside the Kitchen Door

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I wanted to tell her today. I've said that to myself everyday for the past seven months now, but I guess it gets harder and harder every passing day, every passing week, every passing month. How I was going to tell her was the hardest part, it was like getting a birthday gift for your friend, so many choices, wondering if they will like it or not, and if they will actually accept it. But this isn't a birthday party, this is when I find out if my mom will really "love me no matter what," like she always says to me before we go to sleep. (This is from a school project and I'm actually semi-proud of it, I took the final submitted copy and added some stuff, edited it, yada yada. I don't usually write these kinds of stories, most of the stuff I write is full of fictional stuff, comedy, fantasy, etc. So don't be surprised when it sucks more than my other stuff. This also deals with some real-world problems, and I hope some people who actually read this can relate. Ok I'm done)
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My life in ruins, this is where I'm at currently. I was living a lie, lying to people and most importantly to myself. You can act straight all you want, you can try to convince yourself that, but no matter how hard you try. The truth is always revealed. What did I do? I stroked her face, and told her she was still beautiful, then I bent down and kissed her. One of those soft, yet deep, gut wrenching, I'll always love you, but I have to let you go, goodbye kisses. Then I rested my forehead on hers and closed my eyes. I saw the past that we had, all of the memories we had together, I took them in, I felt the feelings again, I processed them. Then I saw the dreams that we dreamed for our future, I saw all of our plans that we made, I felt them, I felt the pain of what would never be, and then I released it all. I didn't realize I was sobbing until I felt her hand graze over the tears. I opened my eyes, blinked away the tears I had left, and smiled. She returned my smile. We knew at that point that no matter what happened, we would be ok.............. This is my struggle, this is my journey. Join me for the ride, but make sure you wear your helmet.

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