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It was only when he had seen her for the first time in a few years that he realized she had a hold on his heart and always would. So much so that the words themselves became excruciating and unspeakably lame. There’s always something uniquely special in every girl you meet, a smile, a laugh, a look; but her, her smile was a sunset with so many colours he had never seen, every glowing glance in her eyes, every curve on her body was simply magic. Her laugh was so homely he got lost in translation between word and thought; that low sad voice beckoned ones ears so as not to miss a word, for it was as though it were a musical notation that would never be heard again. She had the transient ability to hook one’s attention with a single infinitesimal glance; his life’s work she was.
She truly was the pinnacle of what he longed for out of life, the epitome of what he undoubtedly thought he was meant to find and everything he’d hoped for in that painstaking lifetime of his, but nothing he believed he deserved. She was well and truly spoken for this time, and so his pages were fated to be stained by thoughts and feelings and whiskey and life and her. The funny thing is he had spent his whole life chasing stories to tell when he was old and grey, aspiring to be that old man with his old wife telling old tales from a wild youth, and she was always that old wife he had pictured next to him.
He probably figured he could always mess up, apologize, get drunk, pass out, wake up and do it all over again because they’d always have time. I suppose that’s the lesson here folks, if you love someone its quintessentially vital that you do something about it, because love is the greatest thing we do and so we must love as much as we can for as long as we can, because time is the only thing we have and don’t.
We may think that ‘if it’s meant to be it will be ‘ but that’s total horse poo, if we want it to be we have to make it so, we have to give it everything we’ve got and never stop until the wheels come off because that’s what forever means, to give it your all every breathing moment. And he understood that now, he knew that if he could get one more chance at it he would never let her go. But that’s not the way of the world, life isn’t a wish granting factory and you can’t go your whole life living in a would that I could past.