When I was a child we had a coffee mug at home with a picture of a bird painted on it. With the bird there was this common poem:
If you love someone, let him go
If he returns, he is yours
If he does not, he never was
I'm trying to live by it. It's hard and somedays I just want to scream at him to just GIVE HER UP and treasure me! But I know that I want him to want me, for real. And it has to come from deep within him. If it doesn't, then it just wasn't meant to be.
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