Through His Eyes - 5:42

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
a story of learning, living, and loving

Submitted: December 27, 2012

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December 23 – “We’ll be fine. We might get a little bruised, but it’ll be fine.”

Sam was always the rational one of the two of them, and as much as he knew that Sam was wrong this time, he wanted to believe him. The stupidity with which they dealt with their respective situations surprised him. The fact that they still hadn’t given up on their pursuits marked their foolishness. However, he looked at Sam not with pity, but with respect; albeit slightly misguided.

The ability to hold on relentlessly for the last four years deserves more appreciation. How much of that sympathy was a result of his attempt to justify his own stubbornness he couldn’t be certain.

Midnight drew closer as the two friends walked; they mused on their folly, feeling clever for coming up with their self-depreciating analogy about ‘closed doors’. The image of the two walking into sturdy, shut doors repeatedly was meant to be a humorous one, but the truth behind it was evident to the both of them. He wondered if they had become so numb to these collisions that they had become familiar, that they didn’t know any other way to face this. That by trying to stop it would hurt even more…

Ah, the sheer stubbornness of it all. It was left unsaid but both knew that they made themselves vulnerable each time because the hope that “next time the doors will be open” far outweighed the hurt. After all, even if there was as much as 98% possibility of failure and rejection, there was a chance.

A 2% chance.


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