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He began to think of Her. How every bone in his body ached for her. He began to think about the perverse truth of life. He had lost the love of his life.. To a twisted fate. He had lost her and had absolutely no control over the hand that the universe decided to deal him. Cruelty he called it. He would have done anything to save her, anything. To keep her with him. How is it then that we choose more often than not, with our own selfishness, with our own stubbornness, with our own carelessness, to push away the ones that mean the most to us. To destroy any chance of love. And how is it fair that those who would give anything for that love…have it torn from them; right before their eyes, ripped from them, viciously, with no warning. Oh how he envies those who have a choice; have a choice in their own pathetic destruction. He looks at the stubborn boy who loves a girl but not enough to fight for her. He looks at the girl who loves a boy but lets her pride get in the way. He looks at the boy who can’t seem to stop looking at other girls; even though he knows he already found the one. He looks at them all and is unable to fathom their senseless stupidity. For if he could, he would do the unimaginable, even if only, to look at Her one more time.- Anonymous-berlin-artparasites