Once upon a time there was a love....a strange love that had strange ways of coming to be...it started in the back of a car as something scandal and raunchy....but then...it blossomed...on a Beach, as the sun set and warm arms protected against the cold. The words were precious and the feeling was warm...so very warm. On a 14th of February with some chocolates and Tom Kha...it was a blooming flower, basking in the warmth of the feeling and the fever. The time went on and things were bliss, talking and laughing....the feeling never ended...even when the feelings grew sad there was always a warm hand...to wipe away those tears...the feeling of love it may have been only one way...but it was there, it was strong...she didn't know it would go. The days grew silent...not a word they did speak....she knew he was stretch...oh so very thin. She worried for him and the state he was in, she fussed but only in hurt, but not to him...no...never to him....6 days and 7 nights did the she hear not a peep. Then on the night her ever clutched phone did beep. It was him with those words she had been longing to hear, having been facing the truth during the quietness of it all. It was calm and cold, going out to his car...she took a few breaths, she would not fall. She listened to the small talk and conversed as normal, then came the words...she knew it was over....though she knew and her eyes burned. She knew she would falter if she spoke aching words. She stood strong and told him that she would not cry....they both knew it was a lie. She exited...seeing him rubbing his eyes, they gave a pleasant 'goodbye.' She walked as normal, head held high but inside the house the burning the ache...it came out slowly with deep breaths and the shakes. It was hard to breath, to think to move...no there was no such thing as move. She was frozen to the door, the one she came in...she stood still for a half hour. The tears, oh yes they came but slow and simple, just tears of pain. he heart did cry out but she sat in silence, not thinking of revenge...not thinking in spite...instead...she cursed the good times. The times they spent, smiling together...the times they spent laughing together...the times that made her heart beat faster....even the time when they both got plastered. Now she sits two hours away...typing....desperate to feel again. She is numb...it is quiet and yet....when she looks in the mirror...there is nothing of her...just a girl in a mirror...her eyes are redder than mine...her cheeks, pink and pretty, her eyes are a crystal green and she looks prettier...than I remember...this can not be me...for I have never felt this...when she stares she looks empty...staring right into my eyes, not knowing who I am....we have shared the mirror before but now...the feeling is bland. I am not the girl in the mirror...I'm a shell...since my heart left with nothing....oh well.
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