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It seems that in the recent times my writing may in fact be better than my photography... But no one comes here to read...

And there
was
silence
and
it
was
very
quite...
she ran to the door
not ran... but it felt like it
how quickly she seemed to be slipping out of my life
When she was gone I went to the kitchen
she left the keys to the car there...
I suppose that means she would have to come back
I waited the 2 min it takes to get to the bottom of the elevator and back...
then 4 min
then an hour
she didnt come back...
not once
she called while I was out, said she would use the spare key to go in and grab some stuff while I was at work
guess she knew I would beg but she didnt have to be so cold...
I took the next day off to see if I could run into her trying to get in...
she knew me too well
didnt show up...
guess thats why I never saw her...
she knew me too well
I never could figure out how she would be at the same coffee shop as me everyday at lunch
but I suppose thats why I love... loved her
but thats not quite it is it?
it was her beauty
her intelect
but now she is gone and took all that with her...
her beauty, her intelect and her...
three days latter I heard about her...
she had a new lover...
a guy smarter than me this time... better looking... a little old as well as mature...
someone she deserved
but thats how things go right?
a girl will steal your heart and make you love, and you know she is too... too perfect
then she leaves slowly...
and finds that person that was more on her level...
that one guy you could never be...
it was upsetting...
hearing that she called him love already...
but when you think about it, its fine...
she called everyone love...
man woman or child was always called love...
but why does it hurt so much to hear here call him that?
you never were the jealous type...
when did I start talking in third person, snap out of it...
it takes a lot of experiance I suppose...
Thats something I never had...
I had the chance to get all the experiance I needed... but that girl was crazy...
anyway this is not about her
this is about HER...
the one that matters
the one I let get away...
It could have been so easy too....
Just held her instead
stop acting like a child
it could have saved me so much pain...
but then I could never learn this lesson right?
well anyway...
things turned out bad for her one day...
came to me too...
crying
talking about this guy who was so much better than anything I could be...
she told me he hurt her...
physically... mentally
It drove me mad...
he cheated... why would you cheat with a girl so perfect?
she would have given him the world...
but all he had to offer was a life of lies and pain...
why would lay a hand on something so beautiful?
so perfect?
well I suppose thats why I am stuck in this cell tonight...
I killed him...
he was with another girl....
that sick freak
I told her to leave... and she did
told him I was sorry...
I had the AR-15 my father left me...
big and black
so in this light all there was to see was a silhouette of justice for destroying beauty
for destroying perfection
she trusted him...
she trusted everyone...
now look, I am here, and she...
well she comes once a month...
she is getting better
I have only 4 years here
but she plans to move and leave her old life here with me...
in this cell...
I suppose I knew it would happen...
she left for a reason...
and she came to me for a reason too...
I like to think it was because I stood a chance...
but now that I am here...
well lets just say its not too likely that someone of her caliber will stay in a town like this for me...
the silly
callow...
lustful boy she once left...
and now with a corpse between us...
I suppose I dont have much hope here...
but in four years I suppose i will find her...
make sure she is with someone who will treat her right...
see that she still lives a beautiful life...
but wait...
she wanted to leave everything behind
does that include me?
Of course it does
what was ever so special about me?
I could never offer her anything great...
I was an artist...
poor and passionate
I guess thats what I could offer
passion...
but she never had the same thoughts I did...
as to what passion meant
I mean she knew I was trying to show my love...
but she never really knew how to handle me...
I tried too hard...
I was to demanding...
she told me all of this and I didnt listen...
then she left...
well I suppose thats it...
I will let her go...
and in 4 years I will start over...
pretend this never happened...
I already had my alias before I even had loved like I did...
Adomius Grey... he is all I have left I suppose...
and I guess thats how the story goes...
I lose her and myself but gain a second chance
and so does she...
I will miss looking into her eyes...


What do you think?

Lonely...