Again for the First Time
For #27:
"Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh." –George Bernard Shaw
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Sometimes I wish I would have never met you. Losing you wouldn't have been as hard. I guess it's the knowing that there is someone as wonderful as you out there that I can't ever have that hurts the most.
You wouldn't understand.
But it all goes on I guess. My life doesn't stop simply because you're not in it anymore. My heart will continue to beat, my lungs continue to breathe, and I'll continue to walk this path whether my mind knows my feet are carrying me or not. Nothing will really change, and my life will go on.
You just won't be in it.
But I won't forget you. I couldn't. You've branded yourself to my soul like a blacksmith to his finest creation. I can never forget.
Remember that summer spent like children on the drifts? It was before life really hit us, and before our innocence was completely gone. I still remember that, just like I always will.
Seeing you again is like seeing you for the first time.
My mind blanks. There is a pain in my chest where my lungs refuse to work, and my heart tries to take up the slack but winds up tripping and falling over itself. My stomach wraps itself in knots because for some reason my brain says to, and I get that terrible taste in the back of my throat.
My feet stop taking orders, and my hands don't know what to do with themselves. My legs go weak and my throat gets mad. My lungs still won't work, and my mind continues to act like that sarcastic uncle sitting in the back of the room laughing at your misfortune.
Sometime during all this, you say my name. Somewhere deep inside, I realize that life didn't stop for you either and that makes me smile.
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Because Pakku's got it bad.
Probably OOC, but I think that's okay. Rereading this, I can only come to one conclusion: I can't escape poetry...
Enjoy!
-mcl