Ever find yourself in one of those situations where you feel like you have this potentially great thing right in front of you but you're afraid to touch it?! Afraid that if you do it will crumble like ash or vanish like smoke?! You constantly wrestle with what to do. You try to convince yourself to be patient and that if it's meant to be yours then it will come into your arms on it's own. But you also argue that it won't be there forever so jump on it while you have the opportunity. Both seem right but neither one seems satisfying. It's the beautifully agonizing irony of realizing that no matter how much someone puts you through you'll always love them.
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