"... a love story of a realist...
... should never be told..."

It was the same as anyone first thought it would. The sight, the scent, the voice and the attention. Your senses heightened by even the slightest relation to it. Your heart race, you gasp and the rush. You can't explain what it is, you can't gauge how significant it is, but one thing for sure it drives you. Driven unconsciously doing things that your usual sane self would be reluctant to.

Yes, it was the same.

Your day brought more meaning. Just a glimpse and you know your day was complete.

... but slowly....

... you hunger for more.

Then you reached to the point of do or die. You became an opportunist, seizing every precious moment whenever you could to send the message across. And when it does, the state of euphoria and bliss.

You lost judgments of things. You look into the moment and never once you look back.

Until...

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It all started out the same. What it made you become it is an entirely different story.

That tear you shed.
The promise you made to yourself.
Never ever again.

To be exploited and giving in.

But it happens again and again.

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Hours of waiting. Presents you shower. Understanding and forgiving given. Your patience know no bounds. And you know you will fall for it over and over.

Just because you think that, this time is different.

But until then you will laugh at the face of it now. Anything revolves around it looks weak. The thought of it is repulsive to you and the idea repels. Stripping yourself bare from it, on the contrary gives you the armor against it. And now you believe you are protected...

until...


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