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Content Rating Notice: GC -- May Contain Graphic Content
Only For: 18 and Older, Not Easily Offended
  >> Static Item >> Short Story >> Death >> ID #1619743  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Heavenly Divine
I gave him my everything, he gave me his all. He was too good for this place.
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Once upon a time I looked at you with such amazement, and glory. The love in your eyes caused an explosion of infatuation in my stomach. I loved the way I felt when I was near you. My body felt as if it were flying in mid air. You made me feel so high, and I never even touched one drug. I got drunk off your wise words, and I never even touched one drink. You were always a little rebel, but I seemed to love it. For I was always an innocent little girl, with temptations locked inside of me. You found the key, and I saw a side of myself that I was too afraid to show anyone. I was living my life, flashing that beautiful smile of mine that you seemed to place on my face. You knew exactly how to make me laugh; you knew exactly how to make me cry. You knew me like an open book, yet I always seemed to surprise you. At first it was all games, mind tricks, and confusion. But I didn't mind it. I fucking loved knowing that I crossed your mind, because the feeling was so very mutual. We stepped shit up to another level, and I fell so madly deeply in love with you. I didn't want to; to be quite honest. But the fall didn’t hurt, the fall didn't bruise. You caught me safely in your arms. And I thought, wow. This kid is amazing, and he doesn't even know. He doesn't give himself enough credit. He was my inspiration. He was my art. The moment he stepped into my world, he seemed to color every page of my coloring books; in which at first remained unpainted. He took the good, and he made it better. He took the melancholy, and switched it up to happiness. He took my pain, and he placed it upon himself, for he loathed watching me cry. I know this, because he never liked to fight with me. And even when I was absolutely wrong, in his eyes, I was right. To say I didn’t love him would make me a compulsive liar. I gave him my everything, my all. He never judged, and he never underestimated me. He promised me the world, and that’s what he gave me. I swear, the moment he left this world- my heart nearly gave up on me. He was too good for this place, and that’s why God took him away. The heavens needed his glory. And one day, one day; I will be with him again; for the rest of my eternity.
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