Another Chance

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"I've had enough!" i screamed loudly, "i will no longer fall for these crap", "enough is enough of promises that seem not to come to pass, enough is enough of my expectations being witheld. For the umpteenth time i shake my head in utter disbelief, trying to awaken myself from this horrible nightmare only to realise that it is as real as real can get, and all i could is to repeatedly ask "why?" and see myself try and fail to fight back the tears, and all he did was to silently watch me.
After a moment of wailing and crying, something within me snapped which brought me to this point of being fed up. I scrambled around screaming, wailing, scattering things and slamming doors. I was letting out my anger on whatsover was in my path...and all he did was to silently watch me.
i made my way to the room slamming and bangind doors and boxes, as I angrily dumping my belongings in the harshly treated box, i could feel His presence right behind me, His hands stretching forth to hold me in a close and warm embrace soothing away my anger, fear and worries.
Without a forethought i broke free lifting my boxes and heading out, as i proceeded to make my way out with my handmy on the door knob, i took a few deep breaths, dropped my box, turned around and walked hesistantly into His waiting arms, wanting Him to hold me and never let me go.
Needless to say that I have decided to give Him another chance, but deep down i knew He was the one giving me another chance to prove my undying love as He had always done.

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