He had been for a long time a very serious, nervous kid. He was convinced that if he messed up, if he let go of the damns and rules he had built in his mind, something awful would happen for sure. After a few years he realized how silly this was. How much he was hurting himself.
He let go. A few weeks later his father died.
Maybe it was just a coincidence.
.finis.
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love is ...................... always about being hurt by somone
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