He walked away with tears filling his eyes and hurt his heart. She did not understand. She selfishly poured out her emotions not considering that their moments of departure were equally devastating. He was sickened with decisions. Sicken with choices and she could only think of herself. He released her hands with uncertainty. He told himself that he would release her with the intent to help but was he not also keeping her with the same intent, to help. To sustain. To give her something that he thought he was crafted to deliver. He saw what they could be but had no clue to how to get them there, and she, stupidly, only thought of herself. He was confused and now angry. He sat in his car and awaited a resolution for the continually unresolved. A resolution that never came forward. He left and the dimness of uncertainty followed closely behind.

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