The man who stands in front of you is someone you respect. You remember just a few months ago that it was impossible to trust him, to let him get to know you, but he had a steady, persistent way of speaking. He’s the ideal man - cool, composed, smart, and caring. Yet now when he turns to you, it’s easy to feel as though you’re being scolded and admonished.
Maybe you are.
But instead of being able to face that care, you are instead consumed with guilt. The suffering end of a call out. The self-pitying end of it. You bow your head to him, and take your leave - and you wish that you could have something to show for your efforts when you go back.
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The man who stands in front of you is someone you respect. You remember just a few months ago that it was impossible to trust him, to let him get to know you, but he had a steady, persistent way of speaking. He’s the ideal man - cool, composed, smart, and caring. Yet now when he turns to you, it’s easy to feel as though you’re being scolded and admonished.
Maybe you are.
But instead of being able to face that care, you are instead consumed with guilt. The suffering end of a call out. The self-pitying end of it. You bow your head to him, and take your leave - and you wish that you could have something to show for your efforts when you go back.
You know you won’t. ]