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Some Nights

Some Nights

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Published by Fai A Gaffa

Life is filled with all kinds of emotion - some we sought to have a feel of, others we shun. Yet these feelings that have been seen so negatively might just show us how much we care. Love and pain are not separate entities after all.

Life is filled with all kinds of emotion - some we sought to have a feel of, others we shun. Yet these feelings that have been seen so negatively might just show us how much we care. Love and pain are not separate entities after all.

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Published by: Fai A Gaffa on Jan 29, 2013
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Some Nights

Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck; Some nights I call it a draw. Looking back at the emotions I had at various times we were together through the words of my past self seems utterly narcissistic. Yet those same words paint nothing but the perfect mental picture. I still have those feelings, hell they’re even stronger now – that I’m sure of – but for tonight most of the pleasantries have taken a step back. Tonight, the ugly faces have taken over. Tonight, I ain’t sleeping well. Thinking about us; What we’re gonna be. Past months have been filled with moments and situations that have perfectly carved our relationship to be the piece of art it is. Yes it isn’t complete – for we have years to add on to it – but it’s beauty is for all to see. The foundations for our castle in the clouds have been built, now it’s time we take the steps together. I lay here in my dorm room. Our home. The place where we both feel special. Tonight, it feels oddly different. Tonight, you aren’t here next to me in my arms. Tonight, my mind isn’t just filled with images and longing-ness for you. It’s filled with anger. Anger and sadness. Sadness triumphs. I feel pain. The pain of love – the one pain that a person should feel blessed to ever feel but I do not feel the joy of this pain. Joy of pain, ironic yet true. I never thought I am the “jealous-type”. It does make sense that I am. I mean come on, look at you. A beautiful woman is just that but, my fair lady, you aren’t just that. You are a beautiful lady and also a smart one. One I can’t help but to fall in love with. One that I have made the decision to have by my side for the rest of eternity. Pain might not be so bad after all.

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