I had a dream last night. You were running and your shoes kept falling off. I should have known then that you couldn't fill the shoes of the man who let you borrow them in the first place. I was behind you and I couldn't tell if I was chasing you or running with you, but either way, I noticed you didn't look back. But when I woke up this morning still exhausted, it was apparent that the chase was not made for me. And while I believe in working hard for the things that you want, I don't believe that love was made to work hard but more so made to work consistently.
You're going to keep running and falling out of those shoes and I will eventually have to find the man who they actually belong to, because I'm pretty sure, that's who I belong to instead.
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