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Jun 2015
Life was a walking disaster he ******* everything up even with the slightest touch.
And here was love, she was innocent, fragile and genuine.
They walked the same path but with different worlds.
But even the most different people had the slightest thing in common and it was ending up all alone.
Life met people, he grew attached to them and ended up wounding each one.
There came hate, anger, fury and more.
He took something.He did something.That was him. Unconsciously selfish.
He did try to give them back but then, it was never enough, it was never the same.
But here was love,she did everything to keep those people by her side.
Giving them everything she had,
Leaving a piece of her with them.
She shared, she did.
But then even if it was everything,It can't be enough
She thought, "would I ever be enough?"
Those two people sat down the same bench thinking why they ever always ended up all alone.
So when life saw love, she was sobbing and he thought,
she was the most genuine thing he ever saw.
Right there he again thought, there seemed to be a force that made him look at her differently.
She was beautiful,truly marvelous.
She had golden hair and white porcelain skin.
Cheeks that glowed and eyes that weeped beautifully.
He got the courage to talk to her.
"Hello"
"Oh, hello."
"What are you crying about and all alone?"
Love was hesitant to answer but then again she did.
"It seemed to be that I am never enough for anybody even if I did give everything I had."
"Oh..."
"Why?"
"Well, I've had the same problem but a little more different than yours."
"How is that?"
"Well, I'm selfish.I do not want to hurt those people intentionally but I do end up hurting them and I end up being all alone."
A week has passed since they met.
A month,
A year...
"Love?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you believe that things happen for a reason?"
"Yes I do."
"I think we met for a reason.And this reason is whatever I do is when you're here it makes everything beautiful and worthwhile.I love you my darling and to me you are enough."
heyy
Mademoiselle Travailleur
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