Majority seems to end with the love of their lives. As for me, the hand I was dealt was one of ephemeral bliss—short, sweet, and ultimately brief.
It's one of those rare loves where everything seems perfect. We communicate openly and healthily, inspiring each other to become better versions of ourselves. I cherish her life even more than my own, and we respect each other’s needs and boundaries.
She is beauty and she is grace and I am a disgrace. Yet, she loves the monster I believe I am. I’m standing in the middle of my storm captivated by the irreplaceable beauty of her soul.
Unfortunately, we live at opposite ends of the country. Bound by lives that require us to remain where we are because of the ones who need us. Everyday I hold onto the hope that our paths will align in time.
There are moments when dwelling on the "what could have been" and "what ifs" becomes so overwhelming that I swear.. my heart is going to pound out of my chest, and it hurts to breathe.
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I love you, and I hope that in the end, it’s you and I—happy together instead of apart.
