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It was over. The dream, and the life, was over. Finished. Done. We'd been going strong for so many years, and then in just a matter of minutes, it came to an emotional and heartbreaking end. However, neither of us are despairing.
We knew it was coming. Well, at least I did. It started with a smile, and in a way, it's finished with one too. We spent the best years of our lives together, but we knew it would have to come to an end. Why? There is no real reason, it just has to.
I don't believe in fate. What happens in the future is thanks to our own doing. That's not as blunt and direct as you think it is, however. We can deter what happens in many different ways, whether it comes down to proof or just faith. Some people say that if you follow a God, and follow his teachings, then he will give you a good life in return. So in a way, you are still deciding your own future. Some say it's got nothing to do with a God or any other unexplicable force, but what decisions you make, and how you make them.
The break-up fell into no particular one of those categories. We led good lives together, and we never really had any big decisions to make. Apart from this one.
I said earlier it was emotional and heartbreaking, and then I said that neither of us are despairing. Some will say I'm contradicting myself, and maybe I am. But even though the end was painful, we both knew it had to happen.
There was no sudden reason. No trigger cause. Just a feeling. But feelings can sometimes tell us more than any words can. I think my words came as a surprise to her, and her's came as a surprise to me. But once they were released, our feelings told us they were right.
Maybe we could have carried on. In fact, we probably could have, and very successfully at that. But inside ourselves, in some tiny little hole at the back of our minds, we'd be living a lie. At first it would be just a tiny squeak, but soon it would become a loud ringing. But by then, it would be too late. Too late to end it all.
It was all worth it. All the laughs we shared together, and all the tears. We only get one life, and I am immensely joyous that I spent most of it with her, and I think she feels the same way with me. But it was time to move on, even if it was only for a few years.
For a small while there was anger, pain and suffering. But soon the realisation hit us, and we reacted. We left our house, the house we had lived together in for decades, hand-in-hand. I had nothing except what I had on, but it was all I needed for a new start.
As I've said before, a quote that's always affected me is, "it's hard to say you love someone, and it's hard to say you don't." But when we left that house together...these words troubled me no longer. I had, and still to this day have no specific answer why, but I expect I shall find out soon enough.
We stood in the middle of the road, still hand-in-hand, and we said our final words to each-other.
"It's a long way back now," I said, looking back at our home, smiling.
"Too long," she replied, returning the favour.
And that was it. As it always was with us, words never meant that much. We didn't need to say much to express our feelings. We turned away from each-other that day, and never turned back.
It was the right thing to do. After all, it's never too late to be alone.
We knew it was coming. Well, at least I did. It started with a smile, and in a way, it's finished with one too. We spent the best years of our lives together, but we knew it would have to come to an end. Why? There is no real reason, it just has to.
I don't believe in fate. What happens in the future is thanks to our own doing. That's not as blunt and direct as you think it is, however. We can deter what happens in many different ways, whether it comes down to proof or just faith. Some people say that if you follow a God, and follow his teachings, then he will give you a good life in return. So in a way, you are still deciding your own future. Some say it's got nothing to do with a God or any other unexplicable force, but what decisions you make, and how you make them.
The break-up fell into no particular one of those categories. We led good lives together, and we never really had any big decisions to make. Apart from this one.
I said earlier it was emotional and heartbreaking, and then I said that neither of us are despairing. Some will say I'm contradicting myself, and maybe I am. But even though the end was painful, we both knew it had to happen.
There was no sudden reason. No trigger cause. Just a feeling. But feelings can sometimes tell us more than any words can. I think my words came as a surprise to her, and her's came as a surprise to me. But once they were released, our feelings told us they were right.
Maybe we could have carried on. In fact, we probably could have, and very successfully at that. But inside ourselves, in some tiny little hole at the back of our minds, we'd be living a lie. At first it would be just a tiny squeak, but soon it would become a loud ringing. But by then, it would be too late. Too late to end it all.
It was all worth it. All the laughs we shared together, and all the tears. We only get one life, and I am immensely joyous that I spent most of it with her, and I think she feels the same way with me. But it was time to move on, even if it was only for a few years.
For a small while there was anger, pain and suffering. But soon the realisation hit us, and we reacted. We left our house, the house we had lived together in for decades, hand-in-hand. I had nothing except what I had on, but it was all I needed for a new start.
As I've said before, a quote that's always affected me is, "it's hard to say you love someone, and it's hard to say you don't." But when we left that house together...these words troubled me no longer. I had, and still to this day have no specific answer why, but I expect I shall find out soon enough.
We stood in the middle of the road, still hand-in-hand, and we said our final words to each-other.
"It's a long way back now," I said, looking back at our home, smiling.
"Too long," she replied, returning the favour.
And that was it. As it always was with us, words never meant that much. We didn't need to say much to express our feelings. We turned away from each-other that day, and never turned back.
It was the right thing to do. After all, it's never too late to be alone.
Ant wrote:
> Thanks for all your comments peeps, I was just in one of those writing
> moods again. I seem to write better when it's about 1am, which doesn't
> really help at school, but ah well.
Same here. Pity I don't have a computer in my room, really...I always lose anything I write on paper.
> Thanks for all your comments peeps, I was just in one of those writing
> moods again. I seem to write better when it's about 1am, which doesn't
> really help at school, but ah well.
Same here. Pity I don't have a computer in my room, really...I always lose anything I write on paper.
Leprachaun wrote:
> Yay. Very good. I wish all break-ups were as easy as that...
Heh, agreed.
Thanks for all your comments peeps, I was just in one of those writing moods again. I seem to write better when it's about 1am, which doesn't really help at school, but ah well. Thanks again.
> Yay. Very good. I wish all break-ups were as easy as that...
Heh, agreed.
Thanks for all your comments peeps, I was just in one of those writing moods again. I seem to write better when it's about 1am, which doesn't really help at school, but ah well. Thanks again.
Stuff like this always affects the way I think. It's quite sad, if you think about it; me being so interested in lives of people who I only know by the title of a nickname. Worse than liking reality T.V.
Good writing, Ant.
Good writing, Ant.
Agreed.
or any age (I was going to say)
Stryke wrote:
> Brilliant, Ant. You and Rasta are excellent writers for people your
> age.
O
> Brilliant, Ant. You and Rasta are excellent writers for people your
> age.
O
Excellent, really, really good.
Not much affects me, this did.
Not much affects me, this did.
Brilliant, Ant. You and Rasta are excellent writers for people your age.
It was over. The dream, and the life, was over. Finished. Done. We'd been going strong for so many years, and then in just a matter of minutes, it came to an emotional and heartbreaking end. However, neither of us are despairing.
We knew it was coming. Well, at least I did. It started with a smile, and in a way, it's finished with one too. We spent the best years of our lives together, but we knew it would have to come to an end. Why? There is no real reason, it just has to.
I don't believe in fate. What happens in the future is thanks to our own doing. That's not as blunt and direct as you think it is, however. We can deter what happens in many different ways, whether it comes down to proof or just faith. Some people say that if you follow a God, and follow his teachings, then he will give you a good life in return. So in a way, you are still deciding your own future. Some say it's got nothing to do with a God or any other unexplicable force, but what decisions you make, and how you make them.
The break-up fell into no particular one of those categories. We led good lives together, and we never really had any big decisions to make. Apart from this one.
I said earlier it was emotional and heartbreaking, and then I said that neither of us are despairing. Some will say I'm contradicting myself, and maybe I am. But even though the end was painful, we both knew it had to happen.
There was no sudden reason. No trigger cause. Just a feeling. But feelings can sometimes tell us more than any words can. I think my words came as a surprise to her, and her's came as a surprise to me. But once they were released, our feelings told us they were right.
Maybe we could have carried on. In fact, we probably could have, and very successfully at that. But inside ourselves, in some tiny little hole at the back of our minds, we'd be living a lie. At first it would be just a tiny squeak, but soon it would become a loud ringing. But by then, it would be too late. Too late to end it all.
It was all worth it. All the laughs we shared together, and all the tears. We only get one life, and I am immensely joyous that I spent most of it with her, and I think she feels the same way with me. But it was time to move on, even if it was only for a few years.
For a small while there was anger, pain and suffering. But soon the realisation hit us, and we reacted. We left our house, the house we had lived together in for decades, hand-in-hand. I had nothing except what I had on, but it was all I needed for a new start.
As I've said before, a quote that's always affected me is, "it's hard to say you love someone, and it's hard to say you don't." But when we left that house together...these words troubled me no longer. I had, and still to this day have no specific answer why, but I expect I shall find out soon enough.
We stood in the middle of the road, still hand-in-hand, and we said our final words to each-other.
"It's a long way back now," I said, looking back at our home, smiling.
"Too long," she replied, returning the favour.
And that was it. As it always was with us, words never meant that much. We didn't need to say much to express our feelings. We turned away from each-other that day, and never turned back.
It was the right thing to do. After all, it's never too late to be alone.
We knew it was coming. Well, at least I did. It started with a smile, and in a way, it's finished with one too. We spent the best years of our lives together, but we knew it would have to come to an end. Why? There is no real reason, it just has to.
I don't believe in fate. What happens in the future is thanks to our own doing. That's not as blunt and direct as you think it is, however. We can deter what happens in many different ways, whether it comes down to proof or just faith. Some people say that if you follow a God, and follow his teachings, then he will give you a good life in return. So in a way, you are still deciding your own future. Some say it's got nothing to do with a God or any other unexplicable force, but what decisions you make, and how you make them.
The break-up fell into no particular one of those categories. We led good lives together, and we never really had any big decisions to make. Apart from this one.
I said earlier it was emotional and heartbreaking, and then I said that neither of us are despairing. Some will say I'm contradicting myself, and maybe I am. But even though the end was painful, we both knew it had to happen.
There was no sudden reason. No trigger cause. Just a feeling. But feelings can sometimes tell us more than any words can. I think my words came as a surprise to her, and her's came as a surprise to me. But once they were released, our feelings told us they were right.
Maybe we could have carried on. In fact, we probably could have, and very successfully at that. But inside ourselves, in some tiny little hole at the back of our minds, we'd be living a lie. At first it would be just a tiny squeak, but soon it would become a loud ringing. But by then, it would be too late. Too late to end it all.
It was all worth it. All the laughs we shared together, and all the tears. We only get one life, and I am immensely joyous that I spent most of it with her, and I think she feels the same way with me. But it was time to move on, even if it was only for a few years.
For a small while there was anger, pain and suffering. But soon the realisation hit us, and we reacted. We left our house, the house we had lived together in for decades, hand-in-hand. I had nothing except what I had on, but it was all I needed for a new start.
As I've said before, a quote that's always affected me is, "it's hard to say you love someone, and it's hard to say you don't." But when we left that house together...these words troubled me no longer. I had, and still to this day have no specific answer why, but I expect I shall find out soon enough.
We stood in the middle of the road, still hand-in-hand, and we said our final words to each-other.
"It's a long way back now," I said, looking back at our home, smiling.
"Too long," she replied, returning the favour.
And that was it. As it always was with us, words never meant that much. We didn't need to say much to express our feelings. We turned away from each-other that day, and never turned back.
It was the right thing to do. After all, it's never too late to be alone.