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A hopeless romantics first romance

First year of high school… lets just say I was different and therefore outcast.  Didn’t have a lot of people.  family and a few friends from primary school I was just holding onto.  I was going through a pretty bad state… hating myself and the like, thinking I’d be alone my whole life when… one day… he opened up to me.  He was the class clown, the bad egg of the class and I was the nerdy weirdo… no one ever expected we’d be friends and neither did I.  But that’s what we became.  second year of high school… he asked me to take a walk in the local gardens with him… where he asked me out… I had never thought of him as anything but a friend but I said yes… he didn’t remember… but throughout the next few months we began to have secrtet meetings„ cute letters…

After a year of flitting around each other… he just,… stopped.  But I never did.  He’s now happy with his new girlfriend… well fiancée, yet still, after all this time, all these years, deep down I’ll always love him but I wont do anything, he’s too happy, and that’s what I’ve always wanted. 

 - C.R.Taylor

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"I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;
There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame;
But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart
The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.
Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,
Were those hours - can their joy or their bitterness cease?
We repent, we abjure, we will break from our chain, -
We will part, we will fly to - unite it again!
Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt!
Forgive me, adored one! - forsake if thou wilt;
But the heart which is thine shall expire undebased,
And man shall not break it - whatever thou may’st.
And stern to the haughty, but humble to thee,
This soul in its bitterest blackness shall be;
And our days seem as swift, and our moments more sweet,
With thee at my side, than with worlds at our feet.
One sigh of thy sorrow, one look of thy love,
Shall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove.
And the heartless may wonder at all I resign -
Thy lips shall reply, not to them, but to mine."

I Speak Not - Lord Byron (via dwaallicht-the-interloper)

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Hate

And as I wrapped my arm around her waist we looked at each other, feeling the pressure between our two lips and just as I begun to move towards her, she pulled away and told me once more that she hates me and for the first time – I asked why. 

-C.R.Taylor

"Fear can turn to love"

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The Black Sheep

It was always just mum and me, that’s all I ever knew.  I was the only child of a single mother.  I never really thought about how I fitted in to the family.  My uncle and his side of the family rarely had anything to do with us and my father and his side of the family had always been too distant.  I was perfectly happy. 

I am now 17.  For the first time in mum’s life it seems she is happy having had fallen madly and deeply in love with my step father.  I now had what many called a ‘proper’ family.  A mum, a dad of sorts and two sisters. 

Mum fitted in almost straight away, it was like she had finally found her people.  I never realised how different we were.  I love my family, I really do but as of late I cannot help but feel like the ‘step sister/step daughter’.  My own new family are so different from me.  I want to leave where they’re more than happy to stay in this town.  I listen to rock, they listen to pop, I dwell in fantasy while they are all stuck in their own reality.  I’m different.  They can try and pretend that I’m not and I’ll pretend to be like them but it’s clear, I’m the black sheep in my own family. 

- C.R.Taylor

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"Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names."

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