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how do you block the sound of a voice you'd know anywhere? [Sep. 30th, 2009|11:55 pm]
Night Bird Flying.
So i've been holding up too well for the past week. Be it well-adjustment or denial, I've survived. I guess I just concentrate on little things, like speech and debate, or assignments for classes. But then I go to bed... and all I can think about is how little such things matter. I loved someone far much more than I knew I did for two entire years. We shared a home. We shared a life. We survived months a part when breaks required that we spend time with our families across the country from each other.
I hate realizing that I've done all these things because I thought he was always going to love me, that I could turn him away time and time again. I could let out any aggression I had against the world on him because he always absorbed it and turned it back into loving words. I had no idea how precious and fragile that love truly was.
By the time I make such realizations is around the time that I stop seeing love in his eyes. While mine are blazing with a strength not comparable to the times we were dating, I can see his flickering down to nothing.
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