Letters to a Dying Flame – Page 4 – A Series of Observations

Teach Me How to Hope

I know what heartbreak feels like. I know that I’m the one that always ends up disappointed. I know exactly what to look for when they are not the one. Will I ever learn how to feel hopeful? I want to know what real love feels like. I want to be the one that gets…
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Hard to do the Right Thing

It was so hard to do the right thing. It was so hard to leave. Especially when I never wanted to.
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Gerbera Daisies

The last flowers he gave me were gerbera daisies. I had saved every petal from every bouquet, and this one was potted. He told me it was so I could enjoy them longer than the rest. But he left shortly after, and not long from that day they withered up and died. They have not…
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Pushing the Boundaries of My Subconscious

I am fully capable of standing alone, in fact I have often been forced to. But at night, when I have the unrelenting realization of my loneliness, I see them again. The men of my past, pushing at the boundaries of my subconscious. There they are, reminding me of a side of them that never…
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When We Talked About What Happened

There was a time when I gave everything to see you again. I took my letters and my memories, I got on a plane, and I found myself with you again. What a great thing it was, to get off that train and see you there waiting for me. Your smile blazed through me, my…
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Something Like Nostalgia but God it Felt Real

Nostalgia has been a far more consistent companion than most. Last night I was on the school bus, holding my first loves hand. He gave me a smile that had always made me feel weak, and as I placed my head on his shoulder once again, around us our friends sat. The warmth of summer…
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Cologne: Part II

I had a candle that smelled like your cologne, and I savored each minute of your brief return like I said I would. The irony of its name is not escaped by me, “Love,” and now that I am without it. Each time I lit its flame, I knew there would soon be an end,…
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Get Out, Go Away, Be Gone.

Wishing never got me what I wanted, and sometimes action hasn’t either. Jealousy only ever hurt me, and happiness was ever fleeting, a figment of my imagination. Yet my pain bears a direct cause and I weigh heavy with emptiness. Anger is blinding, and I lose my way when I think of you. Eyes worthlessly…
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Boundaries I Wish You Would Cross

It is my burden to miss those I can no longer have, you more than most. That line is so fine, between missing you and remembering you falsely, time makes that line finer still. When I asked for time you gave it. There has not been a single way you have ignored that ask, despite…
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Pro & Con Lists

In a moment of desperation for clarity, even with all the uncertainty of our future, I was given every reason to stay. Never doubt how badly I wanted to stay. If we had only gotten out of our own way, we could have overcome everything. There were always more reasons to stay than to leave.
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