• (I’m running errands for my pregnant wife. While walking to a nearby store, I see two teenagers harassing a child that is only four or five years old. I shoo them away from the boy, and he introduces himself.)

  • Me:

    “So, where’s your mom at?”

  • Boy:

    “She’s in the store. Do you have kids?”

  • Me:

    “Not yet. We’re expecting a baby girl soon, though.”

  • Boy:

    “Well, she’s going to turn out nice, like you! So, I’m going to marry her someday!”

  • (I laugh, and play along while I bring him to the service desk, and wait until his mom picks him up. Six years later, my daughter comes home from school and introduces us to a friend that defended her against a bully on the playground. I didn’t recognize him, but he certainly knew who I was!)

hillaaarrryanne:

That man… He was there since then. He was the one who laughed with me when I felt the butterflies about being loved by the person I love. He was the one who comforted me when I felt so hurt about losing the person I love. And all through every tick tocks he was the one loving me while I was loving someone else. I was aware of the pain I was causing him but still I chose to love that person I love. Yes, I am unfair, that even now that I am done loving the person I once loved, I still cannot give him the kind of love he was showing to me since then. It’s painful feeling like I am prisoned— I am loving a person that’s no longer mine, and not being able to love the person who loves me back— and I feel so lost and agonized. I wish I could just let him replace his throne, but I can’t because I still love him through every pieces of my broken heart.  

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