Here is to continue to write the trails I left with the steps I took to my journey to the higher ground of understanding my quest to find the pair that would make my perfect match.  Before you read the sequel, I hope you read the preceding part first. Please click link below:

 http://jeques.wordpress.com/2008/05/17/love-stories-well-almost/

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After my two failed love stories that ended before it even blossomed, I found myself running away, I went to places in search for something but always, always I see an arrow pointing inwards. The compass took me home to my center, I found myself and learned to enjoy my company and became at peace with my solitude. In 30 years, learning to love myself is the only, and best love story I allowed myself.

And then you came in disguise taking the face of friendship.

I found you in the abyss of the unxpected.

I caught your hands in a loose grip ~

You held my hands tight.

I prayed for you, I thought I was ready. As if all the elements of the universe conspired for our meeting in the most unusual way, and wednesday was never the same for us again. You slowly permeate my core in a peculiar romance we weave together every morning. I revealed so much of my soul to you before we even met in person. You made me write. I chronicled our moments, you awakened the dormant poet that was inside me all along, it took only you, it took only love to emancipate my heart to start singing happy love songs which eventually turned to blues when our love song faded with the waning of the almost colorful love story that ended when both of us just gave up.

But I’m still grateful to you. You taught me a lot I’ve not learned in my 30 years of existense. You liberate my heart teaching it to love. The greatest gift you gave is making me realize I could be loved, and I am capable of loving. The greatest memory you left are the words my over hundred poems had expressed, for that alone our story have triumphed. Our tale could have been a beautiful love story, well almost.

You’ve shown signs early on that it would never last. I was too smart not to notice that, I was too strong to fear that I would loss you eventually. I saw it coming. Perhaps that is the reason I kept a place for me to run when you’re gone, I was ready. Well maybe that, and this force constantly drawing me to higher grounds I still need to understand. This force who was there like cushion to ease my fall when you first show the signs that you’re capable of hurting me.

I tried to hold you for as long as I could.

But your grip loosens with the passing of time.

Later, ’tis only me left holding on.

I need to catch my breath

Being in this deep chasm for awhile.

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So I let you slip away,

Losing you back to the dark void.

I tread the shallow waters of the expected since then.

I know you are there somewhere,

But I lost the heart

To plunge back

To the abyss of the unexpected ~

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For I don’t want to drown again.

It was a long, on and off  game that I became tired playing. After 5 years, the spaces we continually tread away from each other are enough signs that our love story would not work. You and I failed. 

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Our Story

We have reached the bottom of the line

Your story has ended in mine.

I guess ’tis time I face my fear

Of losing you and us forever.

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I have dreams for you and me,

But you seem to think differently.

I tried to reach out each day,

But you never felt the same way.

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I guess ’tis time we go on separate ways.

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As we step on to the roads

That will split our paths,

I wish you well, God knows,

I have loved you enough.

For all the moments we once shared,

In my heart I will keep that.

You will always be safe here

In the strand of my memories.

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Even if you have long forgotten ~

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Our Story.

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For Writers Island Matinee muse prompt: “Liberation”

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