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[eclecticismoflife-blog]

Your story.

You are a myth born to the wrong age. You are the kind of book that has magical stories trapped in every single page. Some will fear that. Witches were burnt for a reason. Some will embrace it and spin a best selling novel out of it. A novel of love and loss, betrayal and strength, courage and cowardice, resilience and redemption. And everybody will fall in love with the story of the boy who lived. The magic is the same. The story teller is different. What's your story? How are you spinning it?

[eclecticismoflife-blog]

A relationship that wasn’t.

There are those relationships that blaze and glow bright against the dark sky. And then crash and burn. Then, there are those relationships that come in gently like a wave on a still night. And like all waves, ebb and die. The world only talks about the first kind, the crash and burn kind. It does not talk about the slow death of a love that never was. When there is no raging fire, just a gentle summer breeze that blows what you thought you had into the night. How do you mourn such a loss? When the plane disappears but the black box shows nothing. What do you fix? What do you mend?