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I held on so long through so much to find you because deep in me I felt you were family. 

You say you could call but don’t want to make the mistake. If ever I needed family, it’s now. You tell me to hold on, but it’s ripping a massive divide. 

I explain myself as a man, and what ? You pull anchor and float along with the chorus that chants that I’m pathetic ? 

I don’t have my own family, I don’t have a partner because I’ve been holding on believing that somehow one day I will find you. That it’s worth the chance that maybe we will meet. That maybe we would get along. That maybe the commitment in me is for a reason. 

You told me to go away, so I said goodbye. You ask me to hold on, but till when ? Until I die alone ? Was that the mistake ? You could have strung me along a little longer ? 

I understand that things are going on in the world. I understand that I have never been there to celebrate you. That was never my choice. For 26 or 27 years, my life focus was to find you. After that, I don’t know. I figured I would ask you out for a drink or a hike somewhere – I’ve never been good at getting to know someone over a table. Reality is though, a hike maybe a little to much at first ask. Is saying hello ?