I don’t want to be married.
I don’t want to have a million children.
But.
My dreams consist of these things.
With him.
Him.
Who I let walk away, years ago.
I let him slip through my fingers.
My dreams, will never come true.
He is happy now.
With a wife.
Children.
I have a partner.
But I don’t see the same future for us.
It’s brutal. But it’s honest.
He is aware of my non-commital.
He says he is happy.
He wants the relationship. the marriage. the babies.
I don’t.
Will it be history repeating? When he leaves me, will I yearn for what I could of had, but didn’t want.
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