I met this guy who had been married for fourty-three years yesterday. He had just lost his loving wife and wasnt sure how to handle her passing. The stress, grief and heartache chiseled wrinkles in his face. He work pancake flipped upside down.
It was then when I leveled and sympathized with him, seeing into his soul and lived a moment in his world. I cried with him, for him. For his loss of one of his most loving best friends ever. And for the fact that he now has to live everyday alone without his other half.
That is life. That, right there. That's what scares me away from love.
11:18 p.m. - 2012-05-31
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