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10:41 p.m. - 09/25/2006
We threw it away
We gave it a shot. And it was wonderful. It was magical. We'd never felt anything like it before. Nothing else mattered but the two of us.
But the problems got bigger the complications more complicated and soon we got tired of fighting them and just gave up. It was the end.
We went through the motions of everyday life. Nothing else mattered without each other. We forgot what it was to feel passion, love, magic. We forgot what it meant to be truely happy. So we settled for love that was less than perfect. Something to fill the void we left each other with.
Then some force drew us to each other again becasue the universe knew that we were meant to be. The universe knew that we needed each other to feel alive.
And it was wonderful. It was magical. We had felt something like it before the last time we were together. It was something perfect that nothing could destroy.
But soon the complications got bigger and harder to ignore, and when given the choice we took the easy way out becasue we were afraid. Afraid of the way we made each other feel. Afraid of the fact that we needed each other so much to feel alive. Afraid of the fact that we lost ourselves in one another every time we saw each other. Afraid of the sparks that ignited everytime we touch. And the fear of the fire and of the fear of losing ourselves took over. So we took the easy way out And our love was lost yet again, so that we could be safe.
So you'll be with her becasue she's there and I'll be with him because he's here, and we'll never be happy, and it will never be magical or wonderful. We'll go through the motions of everyday life knowing what we gave up and knowing that we'll never feel what we felt with each other again. Hating ourselves for the way we threw away our second chance, hating the fact that we didn't fight for the only love that will ever be worth fighting for. Hoping that one day the universe will give us that chance again and that when it does we won't be too afraid to throw it away.
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