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“Ironic?” I ask, “Why something ironic?”
He shrugs, “Irony is nice to hear.”
I nod, speaking, “Isn’t it ironic that someone can make your heart beat so fast even though you don’t want it to beat at all?
'Nobody said love would be this hard.“
“Well, nobody said it’d be easy.”
“Then what is it?”
“Worth it.
'“I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that.”
“No…I kinda did.”
He looked at her, puzzled.
“I…don’t think I understand.”
“I knew he was hurting me,” she continued. “I knew he wasn’t treating me right. I knew I deserved better…but I stayed anyways. Sometimes you love someone, you love them so much, that you let them hurt you. I wanted him to touch me, even if it made me bleed. I wanted those seconds of happiness even if it meant a night of tear stained pillows. In my gut, I knew it wasn’t right, but I’d spend hours making excuses just to try to feel it was. I put myself second to put him first…and I thought…hey…maybe one day he’ll do the same for me.”
'~Meriam BHT, at least I know now what I deserve next time
Excerpts from a book I haven’t written #3
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