You can pray, you can beg, you can wash, rinse and repeat but when the end is near it now becomes your fault..again
You will see how much I meant to you..I was told, when I’m gone. His lip will quiver, he will look you in the face and it will be the real him telling you his truth.
But will you believe it this time? Even when you’re already gone? Can you bribe yourself this time things will change? Will you open your self to the repeated astronomical difference in conversation that you somehow think you remember from weeks past? Is this the truth or is it what you’ve been molded to think it’s truth..
Is this your change? Or is it his?