A Willing Chance by Kathleen Cheyanne Giang
There will always be that guy. That guy who will make you fall in love with his easy charm, and unforgiving humor. That guy who will make you feel like the prettiest girl on earth. That guy will keep you up at all night texting. That guy who will promise you the moon… and will fail to deliver.

Isabel Sanchez | The (Five) People You Meet on Earth Part 1: He’s your quintessential bad boy, and no matter what you do, and how fast you try to run, he will always catch up.

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We waste so many days waiting for weekend. So many nights wanting morning. Our lust for future comfort is the biggest thief of life.
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One day I am going to write you a poem and your heart will break. Because then you will know it was all about you.
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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

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You either like me or you don’t. It took me twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else.
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Yet I learned to be happy without depending on you

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