When I look at her I see the endless possibility’s that could be us. As we’ve grown together, laughed together, cried together, held each other close through thick and thin my life has been filled with memories and moments of her and I.
When I look at her I see the endless possibility’s that could be us. As we’ve grown together, laughed together, cried together, held each other close through thick and thin my life has been filled with memories and moments of her and I.  where to go stories
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ghostwriter
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Silent suffering

When I look at her I see the endless possibility’s that could be us. As we’ve grown together, laughed together, cried together, held each other close through thick and thin my life has been filled with memories and moments of her and I.

Lately though those moments have become less and less. Three years in the making and somehow we’ve lost each other to one another fighting for a foothold to climb back into her good graces. But when does the climb end to reach the summit where we can finally get back to us?

I try everything to make her see what she means to me. Her favorite restaurant her favorite meal, running her bath and warming her towel as I piece her breakfast together the way she likes with her coffee ready for her while she puts on her makeup.

I dance with her by the water and hold her hand while I drive and overall everything seems fine. We smile we laugh we hold each other at night but as the days go on, our steps are no longer in synch the water as beautiful and blue seems a little less clear as we sway with the wind.

She fails to notice that I go to bed hungry some nights so she never has to pay, that although I may be tired I always find the time to listen to her talk about her day. That I stay awake for hours at night when she’s next to me just holding her hand as my arm tingles like radio static.

She fails to notice the sincerity of the small things I do like suffer through her distant look and the detached feeling I know she feels when I try to hold her hand. It’s as if we’re miles apart when we’re next to each other and I keep trying to find her...

At what point do you walk away...

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