by Chyenne Stanley

Created on: October 28, 2009   Last Updated: October 31, 2009

It started.
Isn't that the important thing?
Everything started.
Shamefully, yes.
Regretted? Never.
It started with his eyes. His hands, lips, words.
It opened a door to a brand new kind of dream.
A dream where anything could happen.
Where my heart could soar, and then suffer.

Then it ended.

Everything stopped.

My heart's dreams shattered.

The open door, slammed shut, and locked.

I lost the key.

Was the ending worth it? Never.

Regretted...I haven't figured that out yet.

All I could do...is wait.

Hope wouldn't be an option.

Just bitterness.

And my heart would harden itself.

So that it could heal.

But then, that stupid dirty window opened.

The one I never imagined existed.

And through the window, my past crept through and came to me.

It found my key.

But I took the key, and threw it away.

I couldn't look at it.

I didn't want it.

How could I accept something that has broken me?

But my past transformed into a different future.

And instead of hurting me, it was healing me.

So I found the key again.

And unlocked the door,

Even though my opportunity was standing in front of me.

My future.

My life.

And everything picked up again.

It started.

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