I could have been alone. Moving swiftly towards my dreams. I would have still been able to wear my size 7 jeans. I could have been on my own, seizing opportunities as if they grew like weeds.
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The Ending Of A Love Story
I could have been alone. Moving swiftly towards my dreams. I would have still been able to wear my size 7 jeans. I could have been on my own, seizing opportunities as if they grew like weeds.
But I chose you.
And those dreams, those jeans, and those opportunities, were not as tempting as being with you. The life I could have had was just too mediocre compared to the life you offered.
It was a wonderful promise.
Besides, I couldn’t have had her on my own. The one thing I love the most.
Those dreams, those jeans, and those opportunities cannot compare. I can live without them, but she is my air.
And you were once the steady ground beneath my feet. You were once the lifesaver that kept me a float.
And because of that, I chose you.
Although, if I knew the bitter ending my choice had in store. I would have been alone.