Bankruptcy threatened our account, our emotional investments made, our hearts being the chambers of which our monetary value lie. It stayed there open, and shut at the same time, those who passed by could see it but could never grasp it, for it was too strong to break open and steal. Our finances were increased by our advertisements and our promotion. We displayed our products and showed the world how we could make it better... make them better. We gave them a model of which they could look upon and emulate. They stared strangely, some in awe, and attempted to proceed with the Q&A and there was nothing we could not answer. "How long did it take for you to finally become wealthy?" one person asked, and we both said confidently, "It took only that first night when we made our deposit and realized that our little nest egg would grow into a fine gentlemanly profit in the long run." He looked disparagingly up at us as if we were both high on the cheapest crack on the planet, but we were serious. How could we be so serious? How could we be so in love? How could we...be? How?
We both cry when we are sad. We both yell when we are mad, but for some reason the feeling within me, you and I, never leaves. It's presence is ubiquitous. It's poignancy is consistent. Why must we continue to destroy what is already being rebuilt? Is it because it was meant to collapse on both of our heads, leaving us comatose until we could bear the burden of a loveless life? That would be impossible to say the least. Inequality isn't something that you choose. If someone(s) are compatible then it isn't by chance. It's usually meant to be and because of that, it will NEVER end. True love NEVER ends.
Stab me. Shoot me. Punch me. Kick me. Cheat on me. Lie to me. Do all of this and I will still love you. You will still love me. We will still be in love. To love or be loved are respectively two essential things that must be present in order this to work. I must show my affection and my dedication by using words and displaying gestures of kindness. You must accept and return the favor and be domicile and not difficult. Diffi - cult? Diff - I - Cult? Di -If - I - Cult. Di'e only 'if' 'I' don't 'cult'ivate this love. This might not make any sense but my intention is valid.
What am I saying?
We must give this more time to grow. This is still too young, too immature, too clumsy... we would die at the hands of jealousy and deceit. We need to build up our body of trust. Our love is ignorant and curious like a nervous child playing with matches. WE shall not burn, at least not a bad burn, but like a Phoenix, we will burn, turn to ashes, and within those ashes a new love will be born.
The only trick is getting the bird to lay the egg.
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