Why are these the most painful words I've heard in six years?
Why is this the first time I've truly cried in six years?
Why did they have to come from you?
Because otherwise, they wouldn't have been the most painful at all . . .

Because it just wasn't meant to be.I don't care if this is a cliche line, or a cliche reaction. Try it once. It's a ( Read more... )

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And with a flash of exploding confusion you rocket back into my life. Loneliness intensifies when dreams become reality. Now I have memories of waking in your arms to torment me in the coming months. I survived your leaving once, am I prepared to do it twice? Will I manage the words that I so long to say this time? Or are they better left ( Read more... )

An awkward, sad, deep look, and we kissed painfully, gently. I said goodbye, watched you walk inside, and drove off into the night. I stared straight ahead, scared to blink, move, of the realization that you were gone. The wave washed over me, the closest I've come to crying in all these years of broken hopes and misplaced hearts.

'Behave ( Read more... )

The doubt that pervades our thoughts will be our downfall. In fate, which chances will be missed, towards the end of the night and the sun's first rays, seamless transitions between our horrible memories. Twilight upon our time together, but memory of timid conversations, of unexpressed desires, emotions, of unmistakable tensions. In the future ( Read more... )

When we experience the fulfillment of an age-old desire, what should we long for next ( Read more... )

Follow me down a forgotten road ( Read more... )

A boy sits behind the wheel of a small automobile. He stares at the road in front of him, keeping steady, one mile below the limit. No other lights penetrate the darkness, neither ahead of him nor behind. His car has not passed another for a long while ( Read more... )

I probe ( Read more... )