Posted in Pretentious Prose

The next time

The next time that I’m being difficult, the next time that I’m asking for too much, the next time that I’m not understanding, leave. Leave, not because I want you to. Or that I don’t want to be with you anymore. Or that I can’t take it anymore. Leave, not because I think that I deserve better than the love you give me. Leave, because I think you do.

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