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She's beautiful. & he'll never truly realise. She wants to believe they'll get past this. She wants to believe he's still hers.
I know her, I know how she is.
I was her.
He always dates the same type, but he can't help that.
I know him, I know how he is.

She told herself she wouldn't give him the time of day. So did I.
She ignored him that first day.
even moreso the next. The days passed and he stayed. So she gave him a chance. Second guessed herself and let him in. & now she's falling, hard and fast and she can't stop even if she wants to.

He doesn't mean to be the way he is. He fell once, just like them. He fell hard and deep and nothing's ever come close since. He won't let anyone come that close. So instead he says the right words, does what he has to and tries to recreate the memories with someone else. But it's never good enough. So he tosses them aside.

& there she lays, broken. I want to tell her she'll be ok, she'll pick herself up and never fall again. But she already knows this. I want to tell her he doesn't have someone else, just memories. But she already knows this. I want to tell her that he loves her somewhere in his misguided mind. But she already knows this.

She'll walk away.
He'll find another.
I'll stay a memory.

Just Write

'it's a blog, not heart surgery, just write in it.'

...who says i wouldn't write on a heart?

This could be one of those days when the weather alone is reason enough to write. When the wind and rain whisper secrets through the trees tempting me to join their conversation. Where the lightning displays her wit, never failing to amuse the thunder pursuing her. His laughter shaking all around him in appreciation. They're beautiful together. And finally the clouds, always the first to arrive and last to leave, within whose domain our guests hold their conference.

& so my fingers relent to sate their request. In that moment the whispering dies down, the lightning and thunder move elsewhere to play, the sun is allowed a glimpse of the goings on and I am left with silence to contemplate my words.