The world is full of painful stories.
Sometimes it seems as though there
aren't any other kind, and yet I found
myself thinking how beautiful that
glint of water was through the trees.
Strong is a word I commonly use to describe myself, strong in the physical sense, yet stronger within the confines of my mind. I solemnly tell myself that I will be better, not let him get to me. And as I walk to the passenger side door, I watch as the wind wisps my promise away. Tears flow from either of our eyes, sobs echo throughout the car, bouncing off the windshield and encapsulating me. Genuine thoughts escape the chambers of my mind, and words I thought once to hurtfull to say push towards him. A breakdown waiting to grasp us both until I pull him in; the once winter chills soften under my touch-- his head buried in the nape of my neck as I feel his salty tears stain me-- After this all, the word "friends" leaves my mouth as I cannot bear the loss of the one I love. The weeping willow lies down to rest, although her catkins bloom towards the sun.
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