It is amazing how we go through life in a constant sense of denial. Things aren't right and we just pretend not to notice or just don't speak of it. Every once in a while thoughts and words slip out but we turn our backs on them with great dexterity. The next day comes along and we are once again in pretend mode. The life we thought we had probably never really existed anyway. It was probably just a side effect of the attraction that struck like lightning. After all there had to be a justification to take away the possibility of things being wrong. So a life together was created and so the fiction began. Not that we want it to be fiction, we both probably want it to be real more than anything. But if it were real than how have we gotten to this place of denial? Of just being on the edge of a life. Two people together but not. Afraid to be alone , not knowing how to be together. The tear drops not shed, the words unsaid, the feelings denied, the days lost to the pretense. When will the other shoe drop? Are we just slightly of course with the hope of going around and around until we end up back on the track? Is it the beginning of the end or the end of a beginning? Maybe we just keep moving even if it feels like it is getting us nowhere.
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