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After casting his line, David sat back to look at the lake. The water rippled with the waves, the occasional leaf fluttering down to the water. The colours of fall permeated the forest, red and oranges spread as far as the eye could see.
He always did this. Catapult himself into situations where he knew he would be emotionally vulnerable. Where he no longer was in control. He didn't know why he did it to himself. No one likes feeling defeated. But he always ran headfirst into these relationships, giving himself over completely only to find himself scorned by the ones that he loved.
My own worst enemy are my thoughts. They bounce around in my head, rattling my rational mind. They keep me up at night when I try and sleep. Every where I turn my thoughts find doubts. I'm never good enough because they're always there, in the back of my mind.
I struggle with the clasp on my necklace. It's been so long since I even thought about taking it off. Once I put it on, I didn't believe I would need a reason for it to come off. Forever you told me. And forever I believed. But now it was over, so I'm struggling with the clasp. My neck feels so bare. My hand traces over my collarbone, longing to feel the pendant that always graced my neck.
The last time I remember bowling is in my freshman year with my seminar group. That's when I first met Daniel. I remember looking at him from across the room, watching him as he bowled and laughed when he didn't hit all the pins. I never imagined that, almost two years later, I would be the one to make him laugh.
The vines creeped over the planter, trying to reach the sun and escape from their prison. The planter stood firm, the golden earth true in doing it's duty.