Just to let you know that I haven't stopped writing...just taking a minor break. Personal issues really. But thank you to all reviewers and those who haven't given up on my stories. It's very much appreciated!
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Disclaimer: Nothing to own. Just my own angsy thoughts.
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Life is a wondrous thing, powerful and yet so fragile. But with life so comes death and together they walk hand in hand. It's not often you actually realize how near
death is. It could be sniffing you in the back and you would be clueless. Lurking behind every corner in our life and just waiting to strike. It's only a snap of moment
away. Before you're aware of it somehow it has entangled itself into our life, leaving an unnoticeable scar behind, and as our life goes on it's bound to become more.
Yet we take life for granted. We always assume that each time we say goodbye isn't the last time. We never think maybe this meal will become our last. This moment
will be our last. Because if I had known that fact I would have hugged her more often, made her smile more often and spent more time with her. But the one thing I'll
regret the most…it's not telling her that I loved her. Because maybe…just maybe she would have died happy instead of using her one last breath to whisper my name
in pain. She could have used it to tell her loved ones how much she loved them or reassured them that they would be okay, that she would be okay. That everything
would be okay like she always does. Instead she used her final breath to call for a person who had done nothing but cause her pain, to the very end. A name she
should have been better off without and still she embraced it with love. Not even at the end of her life did I give her the happiness she deserved, that everyone
deserved to feel. All because I was a coward, who couldn't face my feelings, face her. Maybe that's why she didn't tell me the truth about her disease, because I'm a
coward and she wanted to spare me the pain. It's always about me. In her mind it's always about me. How I feel, how I want it, how I like it…it's always about me. It
shouldn't be about me. It should be about her…her…and just her. Sometimes I want to smack her on the head and yell at her just to make her understand that she
needs to think about herself more. But then she would just smile and tease me until I blush and forget all about it. Only I would know that I just can't raise my hand at
her. Every one else but never her cause she had a special place in my heart just like she wanted. I just…never let her know and now it's just like I wanted…she'll
never know…she'll never know something she waited for so long and patiently. She was just a moment away from hearing them, but that was a moment too long.
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I'm in a very angsty mood with now which you probably have noticed. Plain and simple. Cherish the people around you...always!