Author's note: These are my Different Prose/s, I haven't checked on it yet and you might read some errors along the way and I would like to apologize for that. But, I promise to check and edit it once I'm done with my other on-going series.
Disclaim...
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He's not what she's settling for,
Her heart had grown so familiar to the pain of life without him, that to respond now seemed-too large; a pleasure she could not endure. If pain was love; then she loved fiercely. She knew she couldn't be near that boy again, still she took the path, for love isn't about to be with the person you love- but also about to let go of the one you truly love; to see her man marrying another woman for good made her heart shattered yet- it's fine.
Some people aren't meant to stay with each other's arm.
soar-puffing eyes before she open the shutters one Sunday morning, where she saw the early morning light. asking herself "Until when will I mourn for the love that wasn't meant for me" she sigh and smile. Like a person with a psychosomatic illness, she had found the cure; she became deeply grateful.
Her hair and her dark eyes shines, thick-lashes were lustrous with contentment and even the bones of her face seemed to lose their stressful angles and become round and smooth and she have bloomed right after the moment she have accepted it.
there are some things in life that doesn't fall the same way twice the way we want it to.
some owls and feathers are too beautiful and bright- they're sweet and wild! you can't cage owls because you have to let them go, when you imprison them and you open the cage to feed them they'll somehow fly out; passing you and you will chase one over and over again. The part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices - but still, the place where you live became much more drab and empty for their departure, some flyers are not meant to be caged; that's all.
