Remembering You

Remembering You

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It's always the same. Nothing changes. I try not to look. Try not to seek you out. But everytime you come back, my soul tracks you down. As if you were a beacon calling to me. I cant do this anymore. I cant lose you time and time again. Thinking things will be different, that this is the one. Then you would disappear from my life. Taken from me. Soulmates. Never believe it until I met you those many years ago. Now I just cant do it anymore. The heartache. The pain. The anger. Why am I the way I am. I just want it all to end. Let me have peace.
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A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses; and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the other ones. The ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats-to meet expectations-and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

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