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A Story of Sorts

I want to share a story, a tale of sorts

One that makes the heart break and revive, twist and turn, yearn and crave

Without spoiling too much, let’s start at the very end

See sometimes something is simply not enough

Sometimes the status quo has to be changed

Altered, formed into a new being

A new creation

That very new specimen can make everything flip on in

Which is why in the end, when the last piece falls into order

It must be exactly as it should be

By that I mean, it must be as fate or destiny prophesized

I hope I have not lost any

Like I said I don’t want to spoil too much

But let’s say this ending, this one in particular, came from another spectrum

That it somehow escaped fate

Can something escape the pretenses of which it is ordained?

Yes, yes it can

So let’s begin

How do you begin to tell a story?

Do you start right from the beginning?

You can, but that’s so boring and overused

But we can’t start in the middle either

So we’ll pick a random place

It’s much more fun that way

It was the end of summer

The leaves were still green, sky still blue

The air, still possessed that humid and sticky quality to it

Not yet had it reached that perfect evening breeze

And she was still the same girl

Same blue eyes, same personality, same family, same way

Same girl who could make anyone laugh with just one saying

She had this very easy way of being

Relaxed, one could say, down to earth

But still spontaneous and outgoing

She let time slowly trickle by

Enjoy life

Simple, outgoing, funny, smart, clumsy, talented, and beautiful

She was

And then there was him

Now, I know what you are thinking

So let’s go ahead and let the cat out of the bag

One could call this a story of love or romance

But I hate those words

I like simple terms

When love comes in the picture, things get complicated

So let’s just say there was a boy

And there was girl

The boy, well, he was funny too

A short fellow he was, but a funny one

A caring one too, supportive, encouraging, sensitive

Optimistic and easy going

He attained a charm about him

He had a way with words

Of making one feel special

In such a big universe

Chocolate brown eyes that seemed to be the window of his soul

Oh, how cheesy

He did have brown eyes though

Girls thought him to be very attractive

A handsome young man

Short, strong, charismatic, kind, noble, sensitive, funny and handsome

What a great blend of qualities to have

Now that I’ve introduced these lovely two

What do you think their story is?

How did they come to be?

What makes it so heartbreaking?

I guess the matter at hand is

Do we really want to know?

It’s like an itch you scratch

Isn’t it?

It’s bothering the heck out of you

But no matter how many times your finger nails

Scrap across the delicate skin

It just continues to inflame and aggravate

Maybe that’s why I started with the ending

Then proceeded to pick a random spot in time

Introduce a boy and a girl

Who….

Then leave it there

Hanging on end

Where the reader fills in the blanks

Makes up their own story

Of how they escaped fate

Because maybe you’re ending

Isn’t be as heartbreaking as mine…..

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