Two Sides to The Story
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sorata_is_edgy No longer will I be controlled.
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To the sweetest and silliest person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. Sincerely, the Dork.

Two Sides to The Story

Love is like the center conjunction of train tracks going in infinitesimal directions,

And you can't see the destination.

Sometimes you're scared that one day one of you will get on a train without the other.

Sometimes you're scared that you'll be the first to leave.

If our story was written in books,

We would have been star-crossed to break each other's hearts.

I cradle our memories like a lullaby that keeps me up at night.

I know you didn't want to hurt me.

I know there are two sides to the story.

I write this knowing you probably won't see it or care if you do.

I'm writing this to let you know I'm okay with missing you.

I'm writing this to tell you I won't ask you to come back.

Maybe if I put my heart an soul into this it will reach you as if I brushed my hand gently against your face and said goodbye.

I know you didn't mean to hurt me.

I know there are two sides to the story.

I should've known that text messages and poetry wouldn't be enough to bridge the distance created by a global disaster.

I keep telling myself that I'll meet someone else but that doesn't help when I don't want to.

Maybe I should have said I loved you more or tried harder to capture your face on paper so that I could at least immortalize you in my mind.

Sometimes I wonder if you look at the sky hoping I'll see it too.

I picture the clouds turning flush at the sight of your beauty when the dawn rises

with messy hair and a wrinkled T-shirt with grey leggings.

And I know you didn't mean to hurt me.

And I know there are two sides to the story.

But you hopped on a train and took my heart with you.

You left me on the tracks screaming silently into the nights following.

I don't blame you.

I know why it had to end.

I know you didn't mean to hurt me.

I know there are two sides to the story.

I know that while I couldn't be there by your side that your world came crashing down around you,

and I could only send text messages for support.

Sometimes I had to remove you from my mind so that I wouldn't pester you asking if you were okay.

Are you okay?

I hope you're doing better now.

I know you're busy so I'll finish this and get to the point.

I cried every time someone asked if we were together for several weeks following and I still cry some nights when I think of you.

I haven't been with anyone since.

I want you to know I genuinely loved you,

and a part of me can't get over how soft your laugh was light dappled sunlight and the sea heard from seashells.

I miss how you had the cutest phobias,

and getting angry at an ice cube that made you slip in the kitchen.

I miss listening to you complain about your workload and your peers.

I miss hearing your side of the story.

But missing you makes me realize that you deserve better,

And that at least their was so much about our time together to make me yearn this badly.

You told me we could try again later.

But I'm scared.

Because our love is like the center conjunction of train tracks going in infinitesimal directions,

And you can't see the destination.

Sometimes you're scared that one of us will get on a train and leave without the other.

Sometimes I'm scared I'll be the first one to leave.

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