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Moving On

Contributed by EsotericWsdm4 on Wednesday, 26th October 2005 @ 03:11:59 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



He lost his respect for me
And the cloud of righteousness that I have always draped around him was lost too
Neither of us can claim perfection
I make mistakes and he is not capable of comforting me at all times

Our Thursdays still remain
For that I am perpetually grateful
A part of me is blank though
What is a Thursday night without his admiration?
And what is a Thursday night without the confidence that he can be my Mr. Fixit?

So we are both fallible
And the honeymoon period has ended
It lasted longer than most
Three great years
But this is when it starts to count
This is when blood, sweat, and tears mean more than simple perfection
When getting through the bad times together means more than a million wonderful times

It is easy to be friends when everything is going right
It is harder to love in spite of one another
In spite of disappointment and overlooked needs

I love him
But now I must get to know him
Because what I once loved is now an illusion
I am his fallacy as well
Together we must embark on a much greater adventure
To seek the truth and love with effort




Copyright © EsotericWsdm4 ... [ 2005-10-26 03:11:59]
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Re: Moving On (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 26th October 2005 @ 06:19:35 PM AEST
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Don't know why this has no comments. *shakes head* Reprehensible.
This seems to be written with honesty and a heart's truth. Sounds like you know what needs doing to succeed at love, and I wish you success.
Blessings, J.



Re: Moving On (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Saturday, 29th October 2005 @ 07:22:45 PM AEST
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This is written with an admirable level of honesty. Well done with this heartfelt piece. All the best to you both, and keep up the writes.



Scorp.




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