Something turned from everything to nothing so now i’ll take anything

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A love spanning three different years. One would think that meant that the love was solid enough to stick. But the opposite ended up being true. The couple was tripping balls at one too many parties. Being high off delusion isn't good for anybody's health. The hope fueled the dopes' love story. Suspicions swayed their opinions all too easily. They could only evade the crate encaging the movers and shakers of society for so long. Thе feminine counterpart soon rеalized that tying one's hair up wouldn't solve one's own problems. The lovebirds took to declaring their love as colors, though ending up at an Español azul. "I need space," remarked the masculine gaze, oblivious to how powering down a situationship can and will fuck everything up. "The femme's sensitivity made everything better!" is what I would say if we lived in an alternate dimension. The flamboyant teenager decided that it's fuck all masculinity. Later, one would regret this decision when wanting something more. The masc came and never said goodbye, or so the lovers thought. Rekindling brought the beginning of the end. The duo always enjoyed challenging naysayers, so much so that it drove them to move to a desolate prairie. A divide sprouted from his childish demeanor. (Rather melodramatic, aren't you?) Egotistical awareness helped mend their sparks, for now at least. Deciding to start anew was the best course of action for the young people. When one popped the question, the other was left speechless. A denial was dismaying to the femme but nonetheless they went forward. He felt entrapped, as though he was in the dreaded crate after all. Acknowledgements of little pleasures brought much joy, although temporary. The masc realized the femme was everything to him. The femme was unsure if he reciprocated those sentiments, but he thought that the masc was a sweet creature for saying this. Comparative past arrangements helped with post-traumatic bonding. "I'm so affectionate towards you," the femme exclaimed, rather hypocritically. This held true until he found out about an alleged affair involving the masculine epitome, which made the feminist inside of him take a leap. He was unsure of in which direction this leap was taken, or how steep it was. Conversations about the situation ended in the masc admitting, the femme stormed out. Suicidal ideologies were immediately planted in one's head, though he decided to sleep it off. Did it work? He figured time would only tell. The two flames never crossed paths again, miraculously considering how small their neighborhood was, or seemed. Take absolutely nothing for granted, no matter how locked in you believe you are. Locks have combinations that open up any and every possibility known to man.