NEVER EVER - Love and Shadows

NEVER EVER - Love and Shadows

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The air always filled with smoke around him, it was funny to see him light up a camel crush as we huddled together on the cement floor. It was so cold under my backside but I didn't care. I was high and it felt good. The strumming beat of Cigarettes After Sex moved through the the fog of his own cigarette smoke. It was so typical... He was so typical, with his unbrushed hair and wrinkled cargo pants that always made him effortlessly cool. He was so cool. And I was, well, me. Unkept in the deranged way. The braids that I hurriedly tied throughout my hair were beginning to unravel. I didn't care. The hum of Greg Gozalez was enough to lull me into a love so deep and unfamiliar that it could only be my first love. He was dead the next day. In the same spot I left him in, surrounded by erratic poetry and shredded canvases. I would never know the comfort of those cement floors and they would never yield his warmth again. There was no note, only the dismembered lines of pleas to an unknown god and ethereal dreams of a girl with braids tangled through her hair. The shrouded figures he always painted when he got high were in pieces on the floor, killed by their own creator. He came back to me at times. It was the beginning of seeing everything. I would feel the brush of his hand along my cheek as I thrashed out of a nightmare, then I would smell the cigarette smoke as I padded through my house. No one--not even me--smoked cigarettes. My journals began to be splattered with faint snippets of slant rhymes and heavily inked hearts broken by ink splotches. I knew it was him. trigger warning: death, mysterious death, fake suicide
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The leaving. It was hard, tragic , painful, yet it had to be done, I needed to save my life. I didn't want to start again, this would be the story of finding myself, pulling myself back together, reuniting the happy go lucky youngster I had once been. The shock of leaving took more of a toll on me than I thought it would. I had asked two people to help me move out of the house I had shared with my partner for 8 years, we had been together 23 years in total. The move was done in total secrecy, my partner could never know in advance, it was a very scary time. I had moved various things out of the house and secured a rent on a property nearby. The house I picked was near the School the children went to, and my oldest lad was going to be near his best friend. My Mother told me of the property it was advertised on the web, we both went and had a look, even that was scary, I didn't want to be seen by anyone and became paranoid that I would be caught out. For many months I lived on a new kind of fear, the fear of someone finding out that I planned to leave my abusive partner, though of course no one knew my seemingly happy, funny, generous partner was abusive. Finding the house was one thing, getting the various companies to connect the house and exchanging the information of my current address so they could varify that I was, who I said I was almost drove me mad. The day came to leave, My Mother and a very dear Friend came round as early as possible, we packed as much as we could. This included taking the boys clothes, bedding, toys, stuff from the garden, my stuff. We had 3 cars the packing seem to take all day. By the end we had to get going to be able to unpack, leaving me time to pick up the boys from School and settle them in their new home. I couldn't do it at first,I started to cry then scream, to leave the world I had put so much of my life into, and now in a split second would be leaving was breaking my heart.

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