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What It Used To Be

“You know… I loved her, I really did. She was cute, adventurous, organized, yet somehow disorganized. Ambitious and thoughtful. Loving and caring. There were aspects of her that I loved and some things that I didn’t love. I loved her and she loved me and it was enough…but sometimes love isn’t what it used to be.”

She had sat and stared blankly; lost in thought. The cold had caught back up to her. She felt the rough of the pavement and her eyes showed her distant stars. She was reminded that she had snuck out and was now sitting on her driveway with her childhood friend — the boy she liked.

“So?” He said, waiting for an answer.

A few moments ago, she had relived a part of her past. Contradictions live side by side — hope and loss. As all would know, it’s the typical embodiment of any one’s life. Still, it caused her pain.

“I admit, I like the thought of myself in love with a man that I feel equally loves me back, but I don’t think love is for everyone — It just doesn’t ‘find’ everyone… You know?”

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Stuck In Reverse

It’s early in the morning and the cold dances around him; it picks at his legs and arms and lips, turning it a pale white as his warmth shys away. Again. Again. Again. One more time he says; just one more day of this, he tells himself, and it’ll all be over. It’ll get warm soon. How many days has it been? Days turn into months and suddenly he’s wondering how much longer. How much longer will he have to play tag with the winter rain and snow? How much longer will he have to struggle to make ends meet and eat bread for breakfast, lunch and beer for dinner? How many more miles will he have to walk for work with cold hands and tired shoes? But most of all, how much longer will his life be stuck in reverse?

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