The Perfect Time

The Perfect Time

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Natalie met Cassandra 'the crying girl', as she remembered her, when they were 7 years old. She remembered her sitting on the side walk, afraid of crossing the street. As she approached Cassandra, she was held immediately captive by her blue eyes. She was simply enchanted by them. Little did she know, that crying girl is going to be a big part of her life. ~She came close and held my hands again, it felt warm against mine, it felt perfect. "Remember me." She kissed my cheek and left. I was frozen on my feet, this feeling brushed to my body, ignited by her kiss. "I will never forget." I whispered back.~ As they grew, both of them welcomed change and lived with it. After years, Natalie never lost her love for that blue eyed crying girl, instead it made it stronger. How would she react if the love of her life suddenly came back? Will her longing be gone? Or would other feelings emerge? "I believe that timing is everything Nat. It grooms our patience. It makes us appreciate the things we have now. But sadly, time isn't in our control." -Cassandra Combs
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My life in ruins, this is where I'm at currently. I was living a lie, lying to people and most importantly to myself. You can act straight all you want, you can try to convince yourself that, but no matter how hard you try. The truth is always revealed. What did I do? I stroked her face, and told her she was still beautiful, then I bent down and kissed her. One of those soft, yet deep, gut wrenching, I'll always love you, but I have to let you go, goodbye kisses. Then I rested my forehead on hers and closed my eyes. I saw the past that we had, all of the memories we had together, I took them in, I felt the feelings again, I processed them. Then I saw the dreams that we dreamed for our future, I saw all of our plans that we made, I felt them, I felt the pain of what would never be, and then I released it all. I didn't realize I was sobbing until I felt her hand graze over the tears. I opened my eyes, blinked away the tears I had left, and smiled. She returned my smile. We knew at that point that no matter what happened, we would be ok.............. This is my struggle, this is my journey. Join me for the ride, but make sure you wear your helmet.

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