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M-O-V-E O-N
Two words. Six letters. Just that. But it's so much more than just that. They're two words that have so many feelings behind them. So many actions. So much chaos. Just so much of you, and none of me.
You are dominant in moving on because you never struggle in leaving your past as past. Never touching the wound again. But was there actually a wound in you to begin with?
I have a differing opinion. A wound will never heal if you keep touching it. I know this because I've noticed my own family hates being around me for the reason of myself being miserable. They say I am much too young to be crying over a broken heart.
But does love require an age?
- - - - - - - - -Let me introduce you to the world. Allow me to present you, Ed, to the world. Grant me the virtue of showing off the individual that had my heart since day one. Edward Wing. What a name. What a wonderful name to pronounce. So much better than just, Rose. Much more improved than four simple letters. And the last name. Such a suiting name. You know once you were my angel. That's why your name suits. Because you carried Wing(s) with you that made me soar into the highness of the sky. An elevation I enjoyed always until you stopped flying with me and dropped me from heights. Well I won't exaggerate that much. You were a god in my eyes. full of curiosity, you knew me inside out the way I knew you. I loved the way your knee shook up and down when you were nervous, and the way you run your hand through your hair when you don't know what to say. The way you cross your feet without even realizing it . The way you turn your face towards someone when they are speaking, seeming to give them one hundred percent of attention. The way your pupils dilate when you see something you like and how your cheeks always turned pink whenever my name was mentioned
But moving on (no pun intended), what was that you said the first day we met? "You have beautiful eyes," and what did I do? That's right I smiled. Actually I grinned. I grinned so wide my jaw hurt. I flashed my braces to you, something I hadn't done with anyone, since three years prior to that day. What did I manage to say? Ah yes that was it, 'thank you'. And you smiled back and walked into your classroom. That simple comment accompanied me for the rest of that day. I smiled and at home I didn't stop smiling. I made my parents company for dinner that night. I did not do that prior to you. Oh Ed, If only you had stayed.
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Weeks afterward our first encounter we exchanged phone numbers. Two collegians beginning to fall in L-O-V-E. That's what we were called. Some teased it. Some hated it. Some enjoyed it. It, being us. It was almost like we were meant to be. Turns out life takes turns on your tracks. It turns out the hopes you have for yourself are sometimes lost, and they fade. Destiny plays her cards to her benefits.
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