Their story was snow-white...pristine...beautiful...unreachable...
...untouchable...breath-taking...they liked each other even imperfect
as they were...one had warm hands...the other cold...but he grew farther
and farther apart...he took all...love...promises...admiration...respect...the
flame...the spark...the warmth...everything....all were trapped inside the illness
of the inescapable past...in the balance between past and present she sits: the optimist
...even she doesn't really understand herself...too many thoughts...too many unspoken
whispers...too many words that beg to be uttered...it was beautiful...maybe too much so
...today they could have floated with the sun...flown with the rain...but instead all will
be wrapped in a dream...for her it will remain "your star without you in it" and for him "your star
without him"......
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