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L&W2: Mirage
26 June 2009
When love grows, the hurt in us grows with it. The aches of the over-exposed heart make us double up in pain and at times weaken us to a point of not getting up from bed. That is how I feel sometimes. Maybe that is how it feels to give a part of yourself to receive the other part from your partner – making you and the other, each other’s better half.
Looking into his eyes during our earlier days, I wonder if we made the right decision to be together. I could have chosen another candidate, another twin – physically alike, to be my partner. Instead I choose this stranger that I felt as if I have known my whole life; a stranger that I have yet to figure out our future together because we both lacked it all. If there’s anything to describe how it feels; find yourself a mirror and look back into the eyes staring back at you through it. Sometimes we say we know who we really are but those eyes staring back at you is the eye of a stranger – person that we are scared to admit, a person we deny. That is who I am to him and who he is to me.
It always takes a huge blow to the heart for us to dig out the words to express the experiences of love, and I took mine last night. A huge dose of it and I top it up with another right this morning. But that’s going too far off from the coast of the storyline.
xxx
09.05.09, 2.32 a.m.;
the date and time when everything starts to work in sync with our everyday life. But sometimes, it throws us off balance that we had to part ways to stop hurting each other the way we both know could.
To see imperfections and flaws mirrored and done unto self the way one has done unto others – it is a feeling worst than killing a friend, embarrassment worst than nudity in public, pain worst than a dozen knives stabbing you from the back. But what can a person ask from a person they knew too well, nothing but to accept such cold, hard truth with heads held up in the sky and dignity still intake, as high as it should.
xxx
Nothing is ever going to be perfect for us. And, it will never be.
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