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a related incident…

…Another beautiful blonde came into my life!-She was astounding!-How lucky was I to even be in her presence.

Is it fate?I should explain,some years ago,I split up with a blonde,to this day I will never know who is more hurt.
I must confess,I wanted to die,I loved her so much,an album (bizarrely)saved me.An album by Linkin Park -Minutes to midnight,that album (along with another which created a dichotomy)’talked’ me out of ending my life.What began (the albums I mean) as ┬árepresenting love,ended in a feeling of agony,which never truly left.Wherever She is (out of respect I will not name her)I will always love her,but I wish her all the best whatever She does in life.
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The above relates to the girl from 2009.

As to the other girl,She could have been from yesterday (2017)-In short,I mean no disrespect,love and respect yourselves girls,you are all special.

another lonely soul…

…She walked in-whether She sat down first,or went off to the toilet he was unsure…
-No wait,She sat down first.He looked up from where he sat”has she gone?”-He thought,then She came back,they couldn’t be certain,but the beauty,the blonde Angel (let’s,call,her that)after all,it seems a little impersonal to use terms like He or She for too long.Who knows,if things,work out for,our couple,they might,end up with,names.
Our Admirer of Angels(A.O.A),looks up,he hears ,just then,high heels growing fainter with every step.
A.O.A. sees that the Blonde Angel,has gone! But(He thinks) ,I am not too late,for the train has not yet gone.Numbly,almost without knowing how,he finds himself on the platform.He sees her,She has not seen him,A.O.A. becomes very nervous,too nervous to even approach her.He boards the train,and hides in the background,as it were.
He finds himself following her(when She leaves the train) at a distance,then he gets too uncautious,as he approaches further,he kicks over what looks like(in the darkness) a discarded can.
Angel stops in her tracks ‘who’s there?’
No answer.
‘I have a gun’-She lied.
A voice answers quietly ‘I didn’t mean to scare you…’
‘You didn’t.’-That came out too snappy.
‘I guess this might sound dumb,I followed you because…’
‘Because what?,I don’t bite y’know.’
‘Because y-you’re beautiful.’
‘That’s really sweet of you to say that,but just cuz I’m petite,don’t think I can’t handle myself.’ “That was a dumb things to say Angel,and probably quite hurtful,there was no need to add that.”
‘I’m sure you can,I didn’t mean to cause offence.’
‘You haven’t,why don’t we step into the light,so we see each other.’
‘Ok.’
‘We could also introduce ourselves to each other.’
‘This sounds silly,can I use a tagname?’
‘Yeah,urm,why not,It’s still a name.’
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They were both found dead in each other’s arms.It would seem that after making love in that dark,lonely alley,they had stabbed each other to death.
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Were you expecting a love story?
In a dark sense,I suppose it was,if something else was implied I have decided that I shall leave this open for the reader to decide whether or not that is the case.

Once upon a starlit moon…

…They fell in a wave of emptiness,they felt nothing.Underneath the night sky  they introspectivley looked inward at their own feelings ,not just the physical,the self obsessed (not intended as harmful),the actual also.
In a very important way,they  discovered this to be very therapeutic on their journey to self understanding,unconscious self discovery,if you like.

…Many hours have passed,yet as the day breaks,they have realized they have yet to begin the analysis…

…They are in a clearing,observing the world as it actually is,they see that now.By observing themselves,their inner thought,coupled with spending the night outside,helps them understand,makes them feel more in tune with nature and it’s rhythm.
And so thus,in an an unwitting, disspationate way,helps them to understand themselves also.