Forever torn...

When I go there, they still hold me like they never want to let go.

I still push them away.

I'm still getting used to that feeling.  Holding on to someone forever.

Something I still can't bring myself to do.

It hurts so much more when you expect them there forever and the next moment they are gone.

Before you even had a chance for forever to really begin.

Four years of bliss, six years of unhappiness.

The decision seems easy, but it's really not.

I am drawn to that spot.

The cold, lonely spot with the sad trees and the smell of death.

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