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He wrote that line over and over again. They weren’t his words. he told me once that he forgot himself. He told me once that he forgot himself. He
Forgot himself
And the years he was silent to himself went by fast and he regretted not living those years to their fullest. Then / one day / he met two people and started to remember what it felt like to feel.
But
He remembered remembering himself was not all it was cracked up to
Be
And remembered how high the cost of happiness was
And
He didn’t know if digging up all these emotions
Was wise.
Because after all
It had only been two short years since he stopped cutting
And it had been that much time to the day as his last hope for
Companionship slowly
Washed… away.
But he decided for the sake of joy and the boy he met and the girl he cared for
That he would hold back that blade and pay the price
That happiness would cost him
And it was worth it
Every
Single… tear
Was worth it. Every night that ended awkwardly
Every work shift that was just a little unusual.
Every bite of chocolate chip pancake and every sip of hot cocoa. Every time that boy smiled and you knew you gave him something that he was missing
And every time you wrapped your arms around her and you felt
her unconditional guilty love
And every minute spent in the pitch black on the side of the road
And not. Surprisingly not. Feeling uncomfortable for a second
Because you knew you were at the right place at the right time with the
Right person.
Those feelings are worth the price you pay for one day not feeling them anymore.
That’s what the two of you have taught me.
Forgot himself
And the years he was silent to himself went by fast and he regretted not living those years to their fullest. Then / one day / he met two people and started to remember what it felt like to feel.
But
He remembered remembering himself was not all it was cracked up to
Be
And remembered how high the cost of happiness was
And
He didn’t know if digging up all these emotions
Was wise.
Because after all
It had only been two short years since he stopped cutting
And it had been that much time to the day as his last hope for
Companionship slowly
Washed… away.
But he decided for the sake of joy and the boy he met and the girl he cared for
That he would hold back that blade and pay the price
That happiness would cost him
And it was worth it
Every
Single… tear
Was worth it. Every night that ended awkwardly
Every work shift that was just a little unusual.
Every bite of chocolate chip pancake and every sip of hot cocoa. Every time that boy smiled and you knew you gave him something that he was missing
And every time you wrapped your arms around her and you felt
her unconditional guilty love
And every minute spent in the pitch black on the side of the road
And not. Surprisingly not. Feeling uncomfortable for a second
Because you knew you were at the right place at the right time with the
Right person.
Those feelings are worth the price you pay for one day not feeling them anymore.
That’s what the two of you have taught me.