Two OptionsA Story by ChristineAn issue a close friend is suffering through...So as I see it, I have two options: -Option One: The one I am with now, the one I love and always have. The one I have a past, present and future with. The one who has been with me through thick and thin, and I've known him for the longest time. Its been off and one with us, but I still love him. -Option Two: My new knight in shining armor, whos come to regain my heart. Sure, we've had our moments. We have fallen out of friendship, and somehow managed to come back together. But nothing like second chances, right?
And so the torture begins...
Unfortunately, I love both of them. My heart is being torn apart. Should I stay with who I'm with? Do I dare close my eyes and take a chance? Who will be hurt? Why did Option Two even have to come along? I think I was perfectly fine living life before him. But then he steps into the picture, and steals me from myself. I can't think straight around him. My judgement is erred, and I want to just drop everything and be his, be in his arms. Only one thing is holding me back. Option One, to be exact. I don't want anyone hurt, and he is who would get hurt. We've been through this before, and I refused to let go of him. Option Two came around the first time, and I did try to drop everything for him. I couldn't do it, I couldn't let go of Option One, because I needed someone to come back to. I wasn't ready for the leap, I was protecting myself. And that was the right decision. But now the feelings are stronger, so much more tempting. There is this wanting desire that is driving me mad. I know I shouldn't even be thinking of wanting Option Two, because I know I should be perfectly fine with Option One. But when does reality kick in? When do I get to step back and stop trying to fool myself. I'm not happy. Being content with life means sitting back and letting it happen, putting on this mask to everyone because thats what I should do. Thats what needs to be done to keep everyone happy. To keep this illusion that I live in possible. But I'm sick of the pain, the termoil, the torture that comes with it. I can't do that anymore.
Maybe if I take the chance, this will all go away.
But what if it doesn't? How can I be absolutely certain this won't happen again? I can't. And this time, there is no going back. I'm not going to sit around and wonder what could have been. I'm not going to wonder if the pain was temporary, and I sure won't sit here in the pain anymore. This is the part where I make my decision. No looking back, no climbing out.
This is the part where I leap. © 2010 ChristineAuthor's Note
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