There's a saying that two people are often held together by a thread. Thick or thin, straight or messy, this thread somehow encapsulates the bond between us.
We too, were held together by a thread. Despite the distance and disagreements, we felt a longing for each other that pulled us back everytime.
Deep down, we knew this was unsustainable, but we sold ourselves to a dream far too sweet to give up. To a promise that held so much more than the conditions of our present. If our thread did not break, why should we?
But with every flare-up, with every show of insanity that my foolish heart would allow, our thread would thin. And it would continue to thin with each battle we lost.
The battles that we couldn't win, and the circumstances that we couldn't change, turned our once straight thread into a tangled web of pain, fear and disappointment.
While our thread didn't break, holding on to it welcomed a pain that neither of us could tolerate anymore. Maybe our dream soured, or maybe we realized that it was too good to be.
Maybe our thread is still there, hanging on to the idea of us. Hanging on to the hope that while it couldn't keep us together this lifetime, it might reunite us in the next.
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Two Arrows
RomanceTwo arrows going their separate directions. Inevitable was their meeting, inevitable was the farewell.
