They met in the dead of winter. She never felt such a connection before not just lust but a deep connection she wanted nothing more then to be with him.
He gave her chills that lasted for days. Everytime she thought of him she got the chills
She wanted him so badly but was forsaken to another. She was chained. She wanted to escape but was afraid
He helped give her strength
The walls falling all around her she ran to him. He stood beside her and chased away her demons
He was her salvation and inspiration
She felt secure. She felt relief.
She fell I'll and found out in disbelief a creation was forming inside of her. Fear consumed her she fell into the past.
He pushed her away and she only hurt more. He held her heart out to her and crushed it with a betrayel. She couldn't connect she became numb. She couldn't even connect with the life growing inside her.
Fits of of rage, storms of sorrow she had to wake up to see tomorrow. Harder and harder it grew to get back up and see the new. The only thing she hung on to dearly was her first born she clung to her like as though with her last dying breath.
She hopped a bus and left it all behind but still the pain remained inside. She solemnly glanced out the window in hopes it would all fix itself.
It still hurt she tried meeting others but the hurt wouldn't let them near. They would touch and it hurt her more. No feelings there, just tender scars
She talked Ill of him. But it was all to help move on. She still loved him and would do anything for him. But didn't understand the pain itself. She couldn't understand how she loved someone like this. She never cared at least not in this way. What gave him this power of her
She wanted to let go but her heart said stay. Because even trying her best with others she always thought of him
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