She cried a sea of grief and it washed over me in crashing waves.
I held onto her and her to me.
It was like she was the last life boat after a ship wreck.
She cried not because she was weak but because she had been strong for to long.
All I wanted to do was lift her up and give her strength.
But I couldn't...
What if I hurt her?
What if she didn't feel the way I felt?
Why does this hurt...
I swallowed my fear and my doubt.
I leaped into the churning ocean that had swallowed her and I pulled her to the surface.
I told her I loved her and that I'd never leave.
I watched as she melted into me and I could feel her sorrow float away as I changed the tides of this grief stricken game.
To this day I will never again let her be ripped away by the waters of pain
I will never let another person hurt her like that again
I love her....
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Short Storythis is my first attempt at an inspirational short writing about my you should shoot all of your shots! it's not gonna be great and is mostly just going to be what I'm thinking about in the context of love. Hope you enjoy!
