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A Part of Me…


In the grey sky of early dawn, stars still glowed like happy memories, lighting up a life that is nearing its close. I stared up at the sky, imagining, moving into another world. A world my own. A world only I knew. The beach stretched beyond me and the sand glowed all around me. I looked into the water waiting to see traces of the similar shabby hair and the darkest of black eyes at perfectly set in the brown skin. I sighed coming back to reality. There was nothing I could do. I walked down the stairs and into my room. It was the way I usually liked it, cold like an igloo but today it seemed like more, more exceptionally cold as if all the happiness had been removed. I logged on and checked my mail, nothing new. I went through the buzz smiling at my friend’s idiocy and then posted my own

“Everyone says that love hurts, but that’s not true. Loneliness hurts, rejection hurts, losing someone hurts. Everyone confuse these things with love, but in reality, love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes us feel wonderful again…”

It wasn’t a quote of my own. I had actually happened across it by chance, a long time ago. But after all this time, today it felt like I finally understood what it meant.

I could almost hear his laugh, his throaty chuckle and whatever new ‘typo’ I had made. I could see his knowing eyes as they saw right through me. I could feel like warm breath on my neck as I relaxed in his embrace.

I opened my eyes.

I knew that it hadn’t worked out. But I knew better than anyone that he’d always be a part of me.

 

 

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