Sometimes I choose to stay with you because I don’t feel like telling my stories all over again. The effort required to trust someone else seems beyond me. And who’s to say that, even if I did manage to share my stories with someone else, he and I would ever reach the place of intimacy you and I have built? There’s no guarantee that my stories will mingle with his the way they have with yours to frame new pictures in our minds; that somehow sharing them with him will make the harsh memories softer around the edges and bring the good memories into razor-sharp focus, the way they seem to with you. So I stay. I stay and I wonder and I choose not to take a gamble on the man in the cubicle next to mine, or the intellectual looking guy at the coffee shop. All my bets are on you. I need you to make it worth my while. I need you to want to create new stories with me that are ours alone. I need you to return to being the man that earned my trust in the first place. I need you… I’ve already given you the best parts of me. Don’t make me give you the worst parts too. Right now, I’m too tired to start over with someone else…but everyone gets a second wind at some point. So, remember my stories for me. Make it easier for me to stay.
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