What the hell does the one mean? All the movies, romantic and silly that seem to be taking up haft my (oh so damaged) brain, talk about the one (which is not what he is to me, what he will never be in this world or the next) and their soul mates.
For us, as if there ever was an us, it didn't start out as a romantic comedy; but rather a horror that with all of your might you can't seem to take your eyes off of all the gore and evil things that are put in front of you like candy.
Just like any other beginning it started in a rain of brimstone and blood but with us on top of it all, watching with eyes full of greed at what we could do with this world, after all of it had been washed away.
We came to be, like acid touching flesh, because it was all that was left.
Love was a silly dream that only sneaked into us in the form of a child, growing from the size of a tadpole to a man with fire burning in his eyes and love for his mother seeping into every one of his words.
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He was searching for another just like her, (that with a single tear brought him to his knees) but when he looked around all he found was little old me and that silvery tongue of mine.