someone dear once told me, i was interesting to people because of how i supposedly chose to live my life. and that, was interesting to a certain extent. how true it was? i neva got to find out. but what i did find out was that having let that die in me because i was searching for another puzzle that made up life, i was in fact making that next piece i was seeking for more elusive. such was life, and its irony. you have something people seek for themselves, and they come to you for that specific reason, and just when you turn your attention to them, you lose that one thing that probably got their attention in the first place. you'll never know what hit you. yes, its that crazy. =)
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i didnt knw what hit me. but i spose it was what made me, well, me. i was the one who walked a path with a different beat from others. its nt that they couldnt, but probably just that they didnt want to. and this, is something no-one can decide on their behalf.
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for almost two years, i loved someone i knew more than i thought i ever could. maybe it was good, maybe it was bad. well, good for that it made me realise what i had in me to love. but bad in which it made me wonder how much more do i have in me. herein lies the crazy thing about life. which perspective will i choose?
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letting go is never easy, especially when that person meant so much to you. maybe one doesnt have to let go at all, but it would be wise to leave first and let time go by. for what it doesnt heal, it reveals...
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and this, is the crazy me.
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"and i loved you more, than you would ever know... and part of me died, when i let you go."
- blind, lifehouse
