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The Beginning

"She was supposed to be the one"

Now usually you would wonder who is this person that I speak of, but that will come later in this story or is it really not a story, but an extract from someone's life that i plan to portray and present before your eyes..anyway while we are at it let's talk about her..shall we?

She wasn't the person you just met and forgot, she was the kind of person that would impact your life in ways you could never express. She was young but seemed to be wise beyond her mere 13 years. She could fix my broken soul, make me feel complete..but she didn't complete me
She touched me without touching me turned my forest fire into running water. She seemed so pure and I wanted some of that purity. Funny thing is you can't always get what you want and I never got that purity I wanted.

I like coffee. It understands me somewhat, especially black coffee because it's just black, no milk, no sugar, nothing. That's how I would describe myself. She as i had said before was pure just like water that has juat come from a mountain spring or water dripping form a wall in a limestone cave, thats how fucking pure she was. I was black coffee and she was water. I should've seen that we wouldn't have worked.

I could find lots of ways to describe her and I guess I will eventually to the benefit of you..to put you out of your misery per say.

Thank you sitting and reading with me. I hope we can do this again.
I enjoyed it alot