To be continued this . . .

It starts with a glance, followed by a smile and a wave. That's how it has always started: with a glance, a smile and a wave. How it ends, on the other hand, is never as simple. There are tears, whispered lies uttered to escape the pain that comes with the truth. That's how it ends; not always, though. Sometimes, the tears are masked behind veils of words not said. Sometimes the whispered lies give way to earth-shattering silences which weigh heavily on the heart. The beginning and the end may be unavoidable certainties, but the magic in between is what makes the memories worth cherishing through the dark, lonely nights. The memory of a touch; the passionate kiss that stopped time where it stood. The memory of a voice overflowing with emotion so intense that the body succumbs to uncontrollable quivers as the passion and the raw love envelop two hearts united by a force that many call love. The space between where it starts and where it ends is immeasurable. To the fortunate, it lasts till the inevitability of death catches up and throws the world of the unfortunate into complete disarray; to them, all hope for happiness is fickle and I wish their hearts peace. To those, who like myself, have seen the beginning; who have lived the beauteous magic and survived the end: I write to you now with the voice of one who has experienced the very bottom of the pit.

It was worth every single moment of it. That is all you need to know. The journey may sometimes get rough, but it's fun. You will be forsaken. You will get lost. You will survive. And you will grow. This is all that truly matters, and the reason why nobody should ever go to waste in a house that is not their own, trapped and enslaved by childhood memories and reminded at each turn of where their life began and where it leads.

That is simply the point of life. To reimagine. To experience. To endure. To fuck out and to love. Love I, love you, love me, love she, love him, Love All.

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