What is it that makes a martyr? Is it someone who believes in something so strongly that their life seems little to forfeit? Is it an inane stubbornness that ends up consuming you, blinding you from seeing another's point of view? Or not wanting to give in, waiting on the other to surrender? Is it a means of saving face, not wanting to be the first to give in or admit that something has met it's end? To be able to say you stayed there and gave all you could, that you were not the first to say goodbye? That you were steadfast and willing, that you were without fault? I guess being a martyr could mean all sorts of things and there are many things that could describe one.
That being said and going back to a very early post of mine in an earlier blog, forever I see as a misconception that the truth is that all things come to an end. Whether it be by some outside force or by personal design, inevitably everything comes to an end.
So this I give to you, as I feel you are not wanting to be the first to say it, but your silence shows your separation. I will say it so that you may be the martyr in this and say that you did give all without hesitation..this is my goodbye...what you have been waiting for.
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