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By Composing Dawn Date: 2018 Jan 20 Comment on this Work [[2018.01.20.15.16.25495]] |
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There was a girl that met a boy. He was so handsome. He made her heart flutter; she made his heart still. He asked that girl to be his and she said yes. She was scared. So scared. That boy held her and told her that he loved her. She ran away with him to the ocean where they professed their vows, their commitment to one another. To always choose the other. This boy was strong. So strong. And the girl, she was insecure. So unsure. She felt so unworthy of all that love. That girl was not always a good wife, as good wives should go. Sometimes not acting like a wife at all. The boy would yell at her and then hold her and tell the girl that he loved her. Sometimes she would cry out in the night with nightmares or act insanely jealous or accuse him of nothing at all. The boy would yell at her and then hold her and tell the girl that he loved her. As the years went by they made many memories. The strength of their love grew and began to conquer their fears. They laughed and loved and cried and held each other and whispered "I love yous". That strong boy became a man and that insecure girl became a woman. A heavy sadness settled over the woman's heart one day. She could not shake it. All her fears were in it. All of her shortcomings. Everything she ever did wrong or was done wrong to her was in it. It reminded her of how unworthy she was. Many months passed by. The man would yell at her and then hold her and tell the woman that he loved her. He didn't leave. The woman just knew that he would. That's what people do, even those that are supposed to protect you. Not this man. He was strong. So strong. His love was overwhelming. A true love that conquered. The sun broke through and light did shine and that man and that woman laughed and loved and cried and held each other and whispered, "I love yous". They continued on together hand in hand. They created a family together; a life. They chose each other above all else. Above the storms and the kids crying and annoying habits. That woman, when she looked into that mans eyes could see him. Him. That man, when he looked into that woman's eyes could see her. Her. As many years passed they would gaze into each others eyes, seeing the subtle differences. A new wrinkle here, another gray hair there. Unfettered truth. It was good. So good. That man and that woman, they hold each other now. In a reckless abandon. They walk hand and hand into the future, forging many memories. Choosing each other. July 1, 2012 |