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Of Love And Tears

Was it something I did,

That made you lose interest?

Or was it something I lacked?

Perhaps the fact that I wasn't pretty enough.

Or maybe it was because I was open with you,

About what I wanted.

Was it something I said,

That pushed you away?

Or was it something I never said?

Did you close your heart because you were hurt before?

Or was it because I wasn't what you were looking for?

Was it my scars that made you run away?

Or the open wounds in my soul,

Memories from a past so far.

Did you say "no" because I had lost the light in my eyes?

Perhaps you only liked souls that were alive.

I only hope it wasn't the tears I shed,

That washed your feelings away.

Had I known they could cause so much harm,

I would have made my sorrows drown.

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As their lips touched for the first time, they both felt a surge of electricity through their bodies. It felt like being struck by a lightning, in the most beautiful and romantic way. He felt a warm wave embracing him, the feeling of belonging to someone. And she felt lightheaded, butterflies fluttering in her stomach, heat rising up and flushing her cheeks.

It was everything they could ask for, everything they could have dreamed of. That very first kiss that only lasted a few short seconds, just their lips touching each other in the most tender way, was the real beginning of their story. Those short few seconds had felt like eternity to her, and she never wanted it to end. After all, it was him who'd surprised her with the kiss. And it was also him again who broke the kiss. "Good night. It was fun. I'd love to do it again soon," he'd smiled. And by gods, that smile melted her heart. She smiled back, drunk with love and joy, "Yeah... Yeah, me too."

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Writing Prompt / Exerpt I guess?

"You've built these high walls around yourself. You've made it impossible for people to get to know the real you, to enter your life. You have made it impossible for someone to love you."

"I haven't built these walls myself. Not on purpose. They were built by everyone who has ever hurt me. They threw so many stones at me. And over time, there were so my stones that I just couldn't get rid of them, I had to do something with them. So, with the help of the ones who hurt me, I built these walls. Go on, lay your head against the walls. Close your eyes and take a listen. You can hear everything they've said to hurt me. Each column represents one person. And that big watchtower? That's the one person who broke me the most all on their own. Took me a while to put my pieces together, but I did it. You say these walls make it impossible for people to get to know me, to love me, to enter my life. But can't you see the door? It's not locked, see, it's ajar, even. Oh, but be careful! It's heavy. It's kinda like pulling Excalibur from the rock. Only those who are worthy can open the door and get inside. Only those, willing to keep trying. Those, who won't give up after a couple tries, the persistent ones. Only they can open the door and get inside. I have been hurt too many times, broken into too many pieces. You have to excuse me for being selective with whom I want to have in my life let alone whom I want to spend the rest of my life with. It takes time and effort to get that door open, but it's not impossible, I swear. It's just hard. And it is that way so people won't hurt me anymore. It takes time and effort to win my heart, and I can't promise I am worth it. But I can promise that if you can manage to get that door open, I will do anything in my power to make sure there are no more doors or walls separating us. That, I can promise. I'm a hard person to love, but not because I think too highly of myself, it's because I've had to relearn what it's like to love and to be loved, all over again in the recent years. I'm still learning, be patient with me. And I promise I will love you more than humanly possible."

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Writing Excerpt

I had a dream last night. You said to me, "Fuck it, let's just give this thing a chance." You'd changed your mind. You wanted to give it a go. You wanted to give us a chance, to change our friendship into a relationship.

I am dying to tell you all about it. But I know that if I tell you about this and how it made me the happiest person alive, it will push you away. I know that I might lose you. And I don't want to lose you. I don't want to lose your friendship.

I am still under the influence of the dream. Thinking of it, remembering it, playing it in my head... It puts a bittersweet smile on my face. For I know it won't come true. Probably... Still, it was a sweet feeling while it lasted, even though I was asleep.

I wish I could tell you all about it, to your face. I wish you would say those words and pull me in, embrace me in your arms and kiss my lips as if you were dying of thirst and my lips were the only source of water that could quench your thirst. I wish... But I know that there is no genie in the lamp to grant my wish.

Anyways. It has been a long time since I last saw you. Years, perhaps... I know you must have changed. Maybe you even found someone and you are living my dream with that person. I changed too. I got a cat. Yeah, I know, I hated cats. Weird, huh? Now I love cats, not because you loved them, no. I love cats because I was chosen by one a few months ago. A silly black kitten, screaming at me, running behind me before climbing up my jeans and nestling it's head to my neck. She taught me that I wasn't unlovable, that I just chased the wrong time. Yeah, I have a cat now...

How are you doing?

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Writing Excerpt

There's nothing romantic about getting soaked in heavy rain. Your hair soaked and stuck to your face, your clothes drenched, it's all cold and wet and uncomfortable... There is not a single thing romantic about it. None.

Some might say, "But what about the main guy going out in the heavy rain and chasing the girl? He's risking catching a cold. He's too lovestruck to remember to take an umbrella or wear a raincoat."

No. That is not romantic. That is pure stupidity. That stuff only happens in books and movies, it's not real life. In real life, there is no slow music as you chase after the one you love when it's pouring outside and you're getting all wet. There won't be a romantic kissing scene where all is forgiven and afterwards you live happily ever after.

He or she or they will not stick their head out the window just to hear what you have to say and get their hair all wet. They will not step out into the street, barefeet and not even wearing a raincoat let alone having an umbrella. They will not cup your cheeks and kiss you to make you stop talking, they will not say, "Just shut up. I forgive you, already. I love you," and continue to kiss you.

No, this stuff doesn't happen in real life, no matter how much you'd want to have that experience. And no, I don't like the rain. I hate thunderstorms. I hate having my clothes get wet and cold, I hate the sudden gush of wind that freezes you to your bones and makes you pray that your umbrella doesn't break. I hate the cars that drive by you with such speed that they splash you with all that dirty rain water on the road. I hate how cold and wet and gloomy it is and how lonely it makes me feel. So, no, there is nothing romantic about rain. No matter what the poems and books and movies tell you. Rain is wild, and once again, it is not romantic.

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Writing prompt

"I don't know if I am falling in love or if I already have fallen for him. But I do know that I am hella scared..."

"Why?"

"Because I've been in love before. And it didn't end well for me. It wasn't pretty."

"What do you mean?"

"It broke me. And it took me a decade to put my pieces back together. If I break again, I don't know if I can survive that..."

"I don't ever want to fall in love if it's this painful."

"Oh, my dear... But to love is to be hurt and to enjoy it. If you can see past the pain and the hurt, then you'll know it's love."

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Writing Prompt

"Be honest with me. How bad does it look?"

"You'll live."

"No shit, Sherlock! I know I'll live, I don't plan on dying."

"It's a splinter. Between your cheeks. I still don't know how you got a splinter there and I don't wanna know either."

"I was-"

"I SAID I DON'T WANNA KNOW!" Deep breath. "Now, hold still. I nearly got it... Got it!"

"OUCH!"

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Oh dear gods... That smile... Such a sweet poison it is. Like a drug, it's highly addictive. I want to see that smile every single second for the rest of my life. And my gods, I don't think I can live without it.

Oh, that smile... The whole entirety of heaven is behind it. It's like the first flowers for spring and the first snow of the year and the smell of rain and the smell of a new book all at the same time. It brings me so much joy, excites me more than anything, makes me feel like a kid in a candy store.

My gods, please let him not be sorrowful, ever. Please let him only be happy so, he can smile like this forever. And so, I can keep the butterflies in me alive.