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Let's Be Honest

You are going to lose him.

When it comes to that day and you walk across that stage in all your glory and acheivement he will not be there. You will not run into his arms and scream "I made it!". You won't make those ecstatic introductions, or wipe the crumb from the corner of his mouth. You will not lay in his arms when it's all over and smile at the things you have to look forward to. You won't, and you knew that, you just wouldn't let yourself make it real.

I guess I should have known, I mean my horoscope did tell me just yesterday, and we all know the unwavering reliability that holds:
Your situation in love can change with the breeze. You can get swept up in a sweet idea, only to be set back down someplace quite different from what you imagined. Don't be misled by your own dreams now, for they can stir feelings in your heart that make you do foolish things.

and then there's the weekly one:
There's no holding back your feelings later this week, Leo. Polite smiles and making small talk are unlikely to keep your emotions in check. Be as honest as you can, just be kind about it. Tension may be high and it won't take much to trigger powerful reactions from either of you.

Why is it that we have a tendency to ignore the truth, the obvious, and prolong a state which is inevitably doomed to fail. Fear. Fear is a bitch. It strings us along, brings out things in us we only reserve for the deepest darkest moment of despiration, it paralyzes our senses and our emotions leaving us in a varitable vegetative state of feeling.

I am a carrot.

**FiRefLy**

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