some nights may seem hard to get through, but throughout the mist, when the fog feels like itâs suffocating you and you canât seem to navigate the stars. Please remember that the sun will rise again, and it will always rise again.
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âWITH YOUR HELP, WE CAN WORK TOGETHER AND PUT AN END TO CHILD TRAFFICKING. T H I N K A B O U T IT. An end to child trafficking meansâŚ. 40,000,000 less children being abused each year 150,000,000 less girls & 73,000,000 less boys experiencing sexual violence 1,800,000 less children being involved in prostitution and pornography 1,200,000 less children that will become victims of traffickingâ
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right person, wrong universe.
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saving 18.
Itâs the year 2030, 23:55pm October 17th. Iâm 25 as sit by the window in my studio apartment that is hidden away by the blinding lights and skyscraper buildings in New York City. The sky is dark, the stars are visible, and the moon is a perfect crescent shape. My window glass in covered in small raindrops and for once, the loudest city has become nothing more than a hum.
The washing machine is running and the flowers I bought from Lucies flower shop two days ago have died.
The hot chocolate I made is resting just near my foot, the microwave broke a week ago, so I had no choice but to use boiling kettle water.
Delilah my tabby cat who I self-adopted on 8th street two years ago when I first moved to the city sits right in front of me. Admiring the city, I grew up loving so much.
The clock, which seems to be the only working thing in this apartment, hangs low not in the centre and too far to the left side, on the wall near my front door now reads 23:58pm.
A sigh leaves my lips. 120 seconds and youâre turning 24 somewhere.
Slowly I remove myself from the windowsill and tiptoe over to the kitchen, floorboards creaking under my steps. Opening the fridge to the cupcakes I bought three days ago in Maryâs bakery just right of Cornelia Street, I set them down on the kitchen counter. Admiring the chocolate goodness that sits before. The ones Iâve stopped myself from messaging and telling you about. You always loved my chocolate cupcakes when I made them, would you believe me if I told you I found ones better? Opening the draw, I pull out a pack of candles, the perfect shade of light ocean blue. Just like your eyes. Picking up the lighter also alongside of them. Itâs been eight years, and still, I love you no less.
Placing the candle, on top of one of the cupcakes, I light it. The clock now reads 23:59pm. One minute my love, I whisper to myself.
00:00am. Taking the cupcake in my hand I tiptoe back over to the windowsill.
âWherever you are, whatever youâre doing, whoever youâre in love with. I hope youâre happy and I hope youâre safe. Happy 24th birthday.â
Blowing out the candle with a shaky breath, I felt a tear prickle and slide down my face.
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I am too good at loving the villain, romanticising the devil. maybe this is why I always searched for monsters under my bed, ready to invite him in.
maybe all this time, the monster under my bed was you. I was destined for nothing other than a fire love, torture. this is why your pain does not scare me. I was born to love your darkness and fed you my light.
come on my love, I will hide under the bed with you forever.
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in another universe I wasnât scared to hate you. in another universe I hurt you just as much as you hurt me.
In another universe forgetting you was easy.
But this isnât another universe. Itâs reality and I still love you even though you hurt me.
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Dear Harvey,
I never thought that Iâd have to write a goodbye letter to you. I guess I just thought that we would end at least as friends, but itâs been two weeks since our conversation and I wonder if we just said goodbye without saying goodbye. This is the part where I start to wonder if the last ten months ever meant anything to you and if it was all just a moment in your life youâll never think about again.
Strangers to lovers and back to strangers again. I never was one for saying goodbye. Even if I see you ten years from now, I think my heart will still feel heavy. I think a part of me is ready to let go. To let what happened between us rest. Holding onto you is starting to hurt, and love should never hurt.
I do love you and the thing is... Iâm only seventeen. And seventeen is a really inconvenient time to be in love with someone. I hope you know though, that I donât blame you for anything. Sometimes people hurt other people and things like that need to happen for people to grow.
I think maybe we did belong to each other just for a slight moment it felt right. Iâd like to blame time; she is an awful person to some. I donât think she has ever liked me.
Iâd like to blame those stupid books I read. The true blasphemy of literature is the romanticization of romance. They make it beautifulâall soft words, and elegant linesâand enchanting, with magic sparkling in the margins. And you can feel it in the depths of your soul, an unexplored ocean of laughter and tears and dreams all melded together.
The yearning for a kiss that brushes against the steady and so so warm pulsing beat of lifeâagainst the smooth skin of a lover's neck. The desperation to touch another being and feel that theyâre alive, right there next to youâright there, and never leaving.
To love and be loved is a jewel among treasures and all that we each seekâall that we each desire.
It burns and it burns, and it burns.
The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made you face your choices alone. But not in this one. You would sail to Troy, and I would follow, even into death.
But I'm afraid we have reached the end of our love story. Iâm turning to the next page, and youâll stay on the one behind. Only to be read when my daughter who in twenty years will cry to me about how she loves a boy so much it burns her. I did too. I still do.
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âI never meant to hurt youâ
but you did.
the most.
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I knew a girl once.
who was so in love with this one boy.
that when the world turned upside down and burnt inside out.
God seeked her out. He knelt to her and asked.
âTell me my child, one choice only. who do I save? you or him? him or everyone else?
with no hesitation the girl screamed on her own last breath âHIM. SAVE HIMâ
sheâs a very different girl now to who I once knew.
I pray one day she understands why God chose to save her instead.
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it takes a certain kinda soul to see the beauty in someoneâs darkness. Perhaps the truest kinda love is loving the darkest most ugliest parts of someone, and understanding that you might not be able to change them, but youâll love them anyway.
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gonna have to prepare myself for the "we all owe taylor an apology" when reputation tv comes out and people finally listen and understand the album..like no..I don't owe taylor an apology, YOU do x
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love is understanding that he brought back the light in me, and I created the light in him. Even if the story ends with us shinning in different rooms.
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the more I grow older, the more I realise, poets are liars. missing someone is not a romanticise ghost that haunts the corner of my room. Itâs not remembering the smell with the flashes of good memories resurfacing . itâs hearing someone that sounds like them and your throat catching and then suddenly youâre unable to speak. Itâs smelling what they used to smell like, and an uneasy amount of home sick rises up to your stomach and all of a sudden it pours out. Itâs going to bed with a drowned pillow because the moment you close your eyes, theyâre there. Picture perfect, as clears as day. the way they felt burns your body from the inside out. failing in love with someone is like the loving the devil, youâre lucky if youâre anything but a pawn in his silly little game.
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healingâŚ.
When the world turns quite and the sun fades away and there are no distractions to spare my heart the thought of you, and the only thing to be heard is the whistle of the wind or rain as it gently patters against my windows, itâs easier. I understand now why you left and Iâm slowly accepting the fact that you wonât be coming back. I donât choke or lose my breath to the idea of you with different women, but rather happy. Happy that youâre happy. stay safe out there buddy, Iâm rooting for you always.Â
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I hope he knows that itâs him I love most. That from now, in every life, Iâll search for him. It always has and always will be him.
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sometimes the people we want forever arenât always the people that want us forever, and thatâs okay.
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for all the girls that were given price charming, but fell in love with the villain.
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