No.
Not enough to cripple me.
It’s the nipped-in-the-bud kind of hurt. The hurt that knows this is never going to blossom into anything more, no matter how beautiful I think it is or should be.
It’s the kind of hurt that is sorry it will never see that it will become.
It’s not meaning a thing to anyone but letting someone be all that is meaningful to you.
It’s the kind of hurt where you’re running towards a cliff, all poised for flight.. but you stumble on a stupid pebble and fall face first. You get up. And smile.. you're even thankful.. knowing you didn’t jump off a cliff. But it still fucking hurts bitch.
It does hurt.
But I can force a laugh. I can do it all night if I have to. And someday soon, that laugh will be real.
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