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Love…
Amor…
Liebe…
Meile…
Lyubof…
Amore…
Milosc…
Leiba…
Dragoste…
L’amour…
The uage To have intense feelings of deep affection for a person or thing that one loves
I love you…
Te amo…
Te iubesc…
Ik hou van jou…
Je t'aime…
S'agapo…
Aloha au ia 'oe…
Ich liebe dich…
T'estimo…
Jag alskar dig…
Three words, a phrase, a sentence, an expression that , your one and only You could say it to a parent, a friend, a sibling, a relative Thestays the same
BUT…
When you say it to a lover, a boyfriend, a husband, a wife…
EVERYTHING changes
I grew up in a ho because actions always spoke louder than words
Always
I had an ah class My parents were members of a country club and ent to church every Sunday They purchased new cars every year, s and I went to private school, and ht to tuck us in bed and read us a bedtiued and they showed us love each and every day
They kissed, told each other “I love you” all the tihts and always made time for one another
My family was always perfect
Except, eren’t the only family…
My dad had three families
Ours
His mistress’
And…
VIP
Everyone has a story to tell, and even though every story starts with “Once Upon A Ti that make every story different There are soh, and others hold the ability to ood with the bad and try to move forward
A lesson is learned
We all have a past, present, and future
However, there are things you will never be able to run away from As much as you want to, as much as you try, it will always be there
You can’t outrun it
It will always find you It will haunt your dreaht or day, awake or asleep
You can’t run away frohts
You can’t hide from your mind
You can’t escape the memories
Soht But what if the light is so bright that it blinds you…
Burns your retinas until all you see is black…
All that’s left to do is close your eyes and pray that you don’t crash
People have said to write about things that you know, things you’ve seen or experienced That’s what e of the feelings, you’re trying to portray and be able to relay it on paper Pull emotions with your words andthat will pull them in and take them away from their life and mundane routine To be able to live the life of another person, and experience their journey through the black ink that’s printed on perfectly white paper
So
But what if all you kneere the things people wanted you to know? Never the dark parts that they didn’t want to talk about The things people tried not to think about Questions that people didn’t ask about because the ansere too terrifying, too real
Would you still yearn to escape to that life?
Did sadness create darkness?
Is there ever a light at the end of the tunnel?
Feelings are a fickle thing; they soley rely on situations and impulse We are all conditioned to know the difference between right and wrong
Notice that I didn’t say we’re programmed that way You are the product of your environiveness On your knees, with your hands clasped, praying to the Lord above to take away your sins
What if hell was on earth?
It’s not that far-fetched of a thought given atch on the news or read in the papers Bad things happened to good people every day
Every fucking day
You choose
You always have a choice, but it’s much easier to blame someone else
It’s human
“You stupid fucking cunt! Did I tell you to ive you permission to walk away from me? Huh?” My dad roared in the tone I heard too often
“You’re nothing without me, Jasmine, NOTHING! You’re lucky I even have you around, you stupid bitch Where are my kids?”
I huggedmy hands over my own “Like I showed you”
They scarcely smiled
“Rick, please calm down,” my mom whimpered
I kne
ouldn’t grant her any leniency; he never did
Fucker
“Fuck you! Where are my kids?”
“Honey—”
I heard his fist connect with so to the ground