...and so it was, not so long ago, the man turned to the lady standing near his side and echoed the words...."I still love you." She did not return his love, her heart had been broken too many times, leaving her empty. The love that was had not survived the battles.
A moment passed and the man who had just professed his love that lived on in his heart, turned to another lady in his presence whose hand he held. He spoke to her saying, "I love you."
That was when the first lady who believed she had broken the heart of the man who loved her still, knew the words he spoke were only smoke and mirrors. Maybe he did not have a heart at all.
Love can be a beautiful thing but the first lady believed she would never find true love in this crazy world. Hearts break and forever is hard to find. Her dreams and her hope is fading.
The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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