Hey yall. I was just sad when I wrote this cause someone I loved just died.
This is told from Christian's point of view.
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Yes.
Yes, we have all been hurt in our lives. That's true. We've all had our shares of pain. So I can't pretend that I'm any worse, that I've been through more than anyone else.
Because I don't have to pretend.
What makes me any different, you may ask? What could possibly make my troubles so special? Well if that's the case, allow me to ask you a question.
Have you ever been in love?
If not, then I've no reason to explain myself to you. For only those who truly know what it is like to love a person unconditionally can understand this kind of pain. This kind of loss.
At times I find myself convinced that it's all a dream. That none of this had ever happened. That when I would open my eyes, she would be there beside me.
So I'll open my eyes.
And I'm instantly awoken from my dream. I have no choice but to face what little remains in my life. My only escape, my only sanctuary is her song. Our song.
The lyrics, once so beautiful and calming, now ring bittersweet. Yet still, I find myself singing it as I walk down these quiet streets.
Why? It's simple, really.
Because it's all I have left of her.
That and our love. I'll always have that. But how can it be our love if..If she's gone? One can't return feelings when they no longer feel. Love can't survive death.
Unless..
Perhaps the love you felt was so true, so deep, that it had become something more. Beyond love, even. Something so strong that it consumes your very being. So strong that you can hardly even breathe just thinking about them. Could the barrier of death possibly be broken by something such as that?
I don't know..
But there is one thing I do know. That no matter where she is, no matter what has happened, I'll spend the rest of my life thanking God for the short time I had with her. I would rather have spent one month with her, than a lifetime in the arms of another. She had become my life, and now that hers has ended, it feels as though mine has as well.
So how can I go on?
I don't have all the answers. As of right now, I want nothing more but to cut my knife deep into my wrists until the pain is gone. To feel the bite of the blade would mean the end of my suffering. But she wouldn't have wanted that for me. She wouldn't have wanted me to spill my own blood on her behalf.
And perhaps they're right. Perhaps I have lost my sanity. And yet still, you need to understand my story before you judge me. There are always questions to be answered.
I suppose my point comes down to this.
With all that has happened, all that has tried to bring us apart..I will never forget her.
Satine, this is my promise to you. I will always love you..Come what may.
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I know it was stupid. But please please review anyway, I even like flames. Just want to know someone's reading it. Love you all.
~Kelsey~
This is told from Christian's point of view.
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Yes.
Yes, we have all been hurt in our lives. That's true. We've all had our shares of pain. So I can't pretend that I'm any worse, that I've been through more than anyone else.
Because I don't have to pretend.
What makes me any different, you may ask? What could possibly make my troubles so special? Well if that's the case, allow me to ask you a question.
Have you ever been in love?
If not, then I've no reason to explain myself to you. For only those who truly know what it is like to love a person unconditionally can understand this kind of pain. This kind of loss.
At times I find myself convinced that it's all a dream. That none of this had ever happened. That when I would open my eyes, she would be there beside me.
So I'll open my eyes.
And I'm instantly awoken from my dream. I have no choice but to face what little remains in my life. My only escape, my only sanctuary is her song. Our song.
The lyrics, once so beautiful and calming, now ring bittersweet. Yet still, I find myself singing it as I walk down these quiet streets.
Why? It's simple, really.
Because it's all I have left of her.
That and our love. I'll always have that. But how can it be our love if..If she's gone? One can't return feelings when they no longer feel. Love can't survive death.
Unless..
Perhaps the love you felt was so true, so deep, that it had become something more. Beyond love, even. Something so strong that it consumes your very being. So strong that you can hardly even breathe just thinking about them. Could the barrier of death possibly be broken by something such as that?
I don't know..
But there is one thing I do know. That no matter where she is, no matter what has happened, I'll spend the rest of my life thanking God for the short time I had with her. I would rather have spent one month with her, than a lifetime in the arms of another. She had become my life, and now that hers has ended, it feels as though mine has as well.
So how can I go on?
I don't have all the answers. As of right now, I want nothing more but to cut my knife deep into my wrists until the pain is gone. To feel the bite of the blade would mean the end of my suffering. But she wouldn't have wanted that for me. She wouldn't have wanted me to spill my own blood on her behalf.
And perhaps they're right. Perhaps I have lost my sanity. And yet still, you need to understand my story before you judge me. There are always questions to be answered.
I suppose my point comes down to this.
With all that has happened, all that has tried to bring us apart..I will never forget her.
Satine, this is my promise to you. I will always love you..Come what may.
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I know it was stupid. But please please review anyway, I even like flames. Just want to know someone's reading it. Love you all.
~Kelsey~