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    Fujiko1
    Written on: 9/20/09

    "Stand up and be man," I growled, turning my back to my ex. "Don't be a baby about it. Don't run. I've done that long enough to know that only cowards run from their mistakes. What happened between us was a huge mistake. Don't run from it! Turn around and face it like a man! There are already too many pussies in this world. You are not a coward. You never were, but if you rum, you'll be just like the rest of society. You are much different than any other man I've dated. You don't put up with my crap. You tell me bluntly what you expect of me. I need that quality in someone. The man I know you as, the man I know you can be, never was and never will be a coward."
    "At that point, my hands mounted on my hips, and my back still to my ex, a few stray tears ran down my flushed cheeks. It was quite dark, but that was okay. The cool breeze of the early Autumn season wrapped around my shoulds, leaving me with chills. My solid brown tank-top helf little warmth compared to my dark jeans and sneakers. Goose bumps rose on my shoulders and down my arms, not only from the chilly night, but also, from the bottled emotions. Still, I could not turn and face him. I didn't want to, really. I wanted to run away, like the coward I really am.
    "You are different," I whispered hardly loud enough for him to hear. "I don't care if you don't want to be with me. I couldn't care less, actually. We've both moved on; that's good. But please, don't be like me. Avoiding me will do you no good. So what if your parent's are upset with you! Your parents actually trusted you! Mine expected me to screw up! And guess what, bub! I did! With you, I did! My parent never trusted me like yours did. You have a good family, something I hope to have when I'm married. I don't know what a real family is, even! Hah! How great! You think you have it bad!? You know my mother, my sister. You know how they are."
    I turned to him, tears now flooding my cheeks. My arms dropped to my sides as I locked my eyes on his. This man, this boy, in front of me, was the only man I have ever trusted, other than my own father. And what did he do? He broke my heart. That meant little to me, though. All I wanted from him, now, was not to be like me; a coward.
    "If you run from your problems like you have been, you will be dead to me. Maybe that's what you want, but, hey, you're still running. You will be a fake, a hypocrite. You will be lower than I could ever go."
    I cleared my throat, my glare still stuck on his eyes.
    "Friends stick together, which is what you said we'd remain as. Friends. Once you begin to take responibility for what you've done, something that has been drilled into my skull for the past three years, then I will start to respect you again. Avoid me all you want. Just know, soldier or not, only cowards run from their problems. A true man faces his quarells."

    For: JPW
    I hope you stand up. I don't care if you don't want to date me. Hell, I don't want to date you! Just don't be a coward. I know you're not one.