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onthebound

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  1. I'm afraid that was deliberate. It was meant to be a bit abstract and mysterious. I wanted to express myself without giving too much away, and to leave it open for interpretation. Thank you, though, I'm glad you like it.
  2. This is something I wrote a month or so ago after having broken up with my alcoholic boyfriend, pressed pause on my chaotic life for a couple weeks, and came back to try to fix things. I'm rather proud of it, so I wanted to share.
  3. This is not where I thought I'd be. My evolution has led me to a strange place, somewhere between forgetting and remembering. My heart is both confused and certain of truths and lies. These are not the colors I used to paint this scene, but nevertheless, here I am, holding the brush with a perplexed look on my face. If love is not always love, then what else is it? Circumstance? Convenience? Sex? Fleeting comfort? Did I know all this from the beginning? Probably. Maybe I just wanted to be wrong. I wanted the judging looks and tones of voice to be wrong. I wanted life to show some sign of life. Its pulse was/is nearly as weak as mine, but it got so much louder. Too loud, maybe, so I took my leave. Only to find, upon my return, that life did not pause as I had. Time did not slow on the outside world as it had for me, it carried right on without me, not missing a step. So here we are now, and for all my pause and missteps, I'm still too far ahead for you to see, to really see me. You say that's why you're gone, and I know it's true. You'll not be saved by me, nor yourself or anyone else. You will carry on as though no one saw you stumble. You will blush, look around quickly and keep right on walking. No, these are not the colors love painted with. Love doesn't paint in muted tones, nor with half strokes. I thought you knew.
  4. you've stated your reasons why you gave up a million times, it seems, but i'm still no closer to understanding. you're so good at talking and making sense of things that make no sense. i hate you for breaking my heart, but i love you for who you are. i hate that you barely even tried before you got scared and ran away. you will never find anyone who'll be as good to you as i could have been, or who understands you like i do.. and by the time you realize it, it will be far too late. maybe you'll find someone else some day, but it will never be the way it was with me. you should never have thrown away a possibility for such greatness. in time, you'll see.
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