It took us only one day, 24 hours or so, to come down—no, crash down—from the cloud we were on since I confessed my love for her. I went home for a shower, and by the time I came back, she was a different person. Gone were the soft, dovey eyes from the day before. I was now confronted with someone who believed I was playing with her. It took me years to figure out that she probably lent her ears to a friend who tried to talk her out of a relationship that was barely a day old. I was on her doorstep, about to leave forever, when she once again changed her mind upon seeing me distraught. She probably figured that my love was not an act, despite what other angry tongues might believe. Thinking back, it seems like, for the duration of our relationship, I never went back into her house and remained on that doorstep for thirteen years. There was always that uncalled-for distrust and insecurity. And I… was not mature enough and too much in love to recognize the toxic relationship I was in.
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