My mother and I are going to kill each other. Not out of hate, but because of our love and devotion to one another.
Amid tears, she suggested that this was all happening because she loved me more than God. *sigh*
To have someone... someone you always admired... stare into your eyes and ask you not to lie to them anymore.. . it hurts. I responded, mentioning that I was lying to make her happy... she then placed her hand on my chest, worried that carrying the deceit in my heart would destroy me.
Before anyone replies: "Screw her! What does she know?"
... you must realize that this woman is my reason for living. I want to make her smile. Make her proud. I live to make others happy... I, a broken thing, almost feel whole when glowing eyes are upon me.
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