The Philophobic Heartbreaker

The Philophobic Heartbreaker

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Sehnsucht ˈzeɪnzuːxt,German ˈzeːnzʊxt/ noun literary A nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; “the love that remains” "It's not how we started or ended that define our personalities, it's our story that defines us, our hearts, souls and everything. And in this story, you are my everything." he gazed into my eyes and spoke, his steady voice with a pinch of soft affection that seemed to ooze from the words. Everything was perfect. Then, before I was quick enough to realized, I fell. It's dark.Enclosed.Daunting.Bent.Small. But everything overpowers the bunch of words with this one word... Warm. Warm is what keeps us safe, from pain, hurt and terror. Unites us, internally, externally and all over. My thoughts are clouds bursting into tiny and big bubbles, only to be drifting off bit by bit, second by second, till one day it's gone. But that won't hurt me. I've loved him, loved him till I couldn't love anymore. So even when those bubbles are gone, I can still remember him, his face, his smile because I don't need thoughts, memories or flashbacks to remember....I just need him.
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Some things don't end with a goodbye. Some things just... stop. Like the way streetlights flicker at midnight. Like the way old receipts fade in your pocket. Like the way you tell yourself I'll remember this forever-but then one day, you don't. Soren was like autumn. Always carrying the last warmth of something fleeting. Always moving, always laughing, always pretending like nothing mattered. He had red-tipped ears from the cold, brown everywhere-his hair, his jacket, his shoes-but his eyes were green. Really green. The kind you don't forget, even when everything else blurs. We never had a plan. Not for the summer. Not for after. Not for anything, really. We just walked through empty streets, stole dumb things no one would miss, sat in places we weren't supposed to be, and pretended we had all the time in the world. And maybe we did. Until we didn't.

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