I walk around with my head held high, strong, with an impenetrable shield. But now, sitting here I think about what you've said and what you've done and it hurts. My head sinks and rests on my knees. My strength vanishes as I crumple and what of the shield? It's like it never existed.
I love you
yet...
The older I have become, the knowledge I have acquired, and encounters I have had makes me question my undying love. You have hurt me in more ways than you know, though, you have cared for me better then many.
Is it simply a miscommunication that has me upset? Or is there some truth to this feeling, that maybe I shouldn't hold you so high anymore. Your pedestal is cracked. I can see it crumbling underneath you. An idol in my eyes. I looked up to you.
yet...
Those I have never dared to think of as more than friends seem to climbing up to where you once were. It's funny really. Seeing these tables change. I have been disappointed too many times to think of you as a hero anymore. Those who really care have slowly come into my focus, and I'm sorry but it seems that you have blurred out... and it takes a lot to focus a blurry shot.
yet...
Time heals all wounds.
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