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Going Out With A Bang

Miscellaneous By: LatinaSha

Going Out With A Bang is a short, fictional, romantic letter, about a woman despite of what she's been through, recognized love, learned how to recieve and give love, having love change her life and coming to terms with death.

Submitted:Nov 14, 2012    Reads: 12    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I hurts that it's an ending to every beginning. Our first conversation, got passed the I like you's and the are you single's. I got more interested because you weren't there to mingle. The recognized chemistry on our first date. Thinking to ourselves this moment is unreal, pause, break. Had a quick flash of all the men that walked on then away from my moma. Started getting anxious, emotions now awake. Or was it just emotional I am. Not realistic a dreamer since birth I've been. Not a - only on Valentine's Day, I'am the icon above the definition of romance on the wikipedia you look to for every truth. I'm talking cuddle up, chit chat, after soaking lustful tension from our muscle's away. That was after the traditional candle light dinner, I never got the name of the undercover freak who started that. Remember we danced the night away before all of that. I cried during our first deep conversation. It wasn't the cliche "sincerely" we've been taught to write at the bottom of our papers if we want to give the impression that we're authentic and what's expressed above is the real sincerely. At the end you told me yours truly. We hugged tight because karma told us it would indeed interfere with our fate. Days like this will never be relived. You can't bring it back no matter how many new features on that expensive recorder Nikon made. The it's "unbelievable" expression on a poor man's face when he found food half ate, become amazed with me like that. I want to see his happiness on your face. I want your heart to be filled with Sha. I want you intoxicated, stoned, not in place - but stuck on Sha. I have my prettiest face on now put your best lips on and kiss me like it's our 45th anniversary and you couldn't imagine it a day less. We lived our lives, no one but a child could've altered our ways. God you're so handsome without being proud I must say, I look astonishing on our big day. In our fine clothes, sipping our finest wine, we gracefully toast to our past and our resting day.


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