Love affair
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  • Reads 369
  • Votes 26
  • Parts 11
  • Time 2h 29m
Ongoing, First published Aug 06, 2013
It it said that we have soulmates that are designed from us from birth. That they will be the ones to ignite the flame inside us and bring us complete happiness. Whether the flame is a simple ember or a full roaring fire. We will know who it is as soon as our eyes meet.

Most flames burn your average red or orange. For love and for discovery. Some burn pink for adoration and passion but my love isn't normal. My love only brings me heartache and pain no matter what. He was meant to be with me but we are not together. For higher forces forbade us from each other. And for that, my flame burns blue. For all the sorrow and pain that it brings. Sometimes you just need to follow your heart even though your brain is screaming at you not too. Even a girl who uses her brain to guide her, sometimes needs to bend the rules a bit for the better. But sometimes the rules can break you more than being denied want you want the most. Sometimes that flame isn't meant to be fanned to life or reality. 

I knew this yet I prevailed. Now I must face the consequences.
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Yes, it is sad... I am not prone to drama like the rest of you. Our lives are encompassed with monotonous events, the usual really: eat, sleep, work, repeat. But honestly, am I complaining? I can, I could have... But the question remains, do I even have the energy to spark up a fire? We could be flowers, adorning ourselves to appear more attractive for the bees' ocellus. Or glow brighter than the sun to entice. But why go through all that hustle when we can just live through the eyes of another? Seems simpler enough anyway. Suck the adrenaline rush of the stunners. The ones that even with just a sneeze, the entire earth would shake, sprinting towards them. Their being, the forbidden tree, strutting at the centre of the Garden of Eden. Their souls, Magnetite. We could attempt. But I do not want to. I try as much as possible to stay away from the disease. As thrilling as it may be: he who will swallow the apple seed must consider the size of his stomach. So why spend a thousand back-breaking years thereafter mopping up the residue? Have the moles drag down your name into the pits with them. Surely, we are not that desperate, are we? Never eye the wife of thy neighbour in fear that she just might be a white fowl with beautiful feathers. So why can I not just stay in my lane? Why can't we? So join in, enter my mind and live out your most exciting reality through the eyes of others. Read it, watch it, envision it. Better than allowing life to feed us up with a spoon of chaos, attracting a series of tornadoes into our mundane worlds. And maybe, we might just fall in love.