We were in love.
We were quite happy.
He used to pay me a visit.
He used to phone me three times each day.
I was the apple of his eye.
His affection for me was overwhelming.
He was well-known among those around me.
We proceeded peacefully.
But life.
It happened.
He spotted someone.
He fell for her.
He is gone.
There is no affection left.
Our love faded.
He left me for someone else.
That is what he did.
I wish.
I wish I hadn't loved him.
I wish we'd never met.
I dread to think about him.
I loved him.
He was the man of my dreams.
But then
It happened.
He walked away.
That's life.
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Gloria Penelope
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The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
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"He walked away, That's life " Relatable!