short story 21

'Because I myself, cannot guarantee.'

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As much as I wanted to be true to my heart, the way it undoubtedly wavers for you, only you, scares me. And the last thing I ever wanted to do was break your heart.

Perhaps it was the time you initiated a gathering, and sent me a handwritten card, leaving it to lie there, in my mailbox. Perhaps it was then that I thought I loved you. Or perhaps it was then, and only then, I overthought about us, and believed it.

Cards greeting me in my mailbox everyday became a natural thing, and I took it for granted. You were so precious to me, and I couldn't bear to break your heart. I didn't even want to know your breaking point. I only wanted to know your favourite jokes, perhaps favourite fruits and maybe your favourite type of girls.

And I pictured us, doing things every other couple did, knitting together on a cold and rainy Sunday, counting down together with the oven when we baked.

When you did come over with our friends, you sat beside me, and it felt like you never really left my side. I didn't want to have false hopes, and having zero expectations was sometimes a better than any.

But I wanted to pretend that you loved me.

I was someone who couldn't stay true. I always love someone long enough to make it obvious, but insufficient to be sure.

And it always ended up hurting up both sides.

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