I could have been strong enough to just remember the memory, grow from it and move on like a man, but I guess I was so blind to see and let go. Even when she insisted on walking away, I kept convincing myself that I could make the connection work.
Today I am just so glad that I got sick and tired of being sick and tired of painting that image of a perfect personality that she never was. And above all, I thank God that I was patient enough to wait for what I truly deserve. From a work in progress. Don't overthink it.
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