Items were thrown across the room, things were pulled and punched. Belongings were stripped down, articles were stretched and torn, tears were shed. Frustration was dealt with and though she didn't go to bed angry, she went quieted.
Rationalizing something doesn't make it fair. I am still a reckless optimist who always gets up after being shoved down by fate's sick sense of humour; and I get up swinging. Even at the worst times, little encouragement is needed, but any is always appreciated. There are no arms for me to run to, and so I'll do it alone because I must.
Love is a losing game that I insist on playing to win.
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