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A Forever Him and a Forever Her

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A Forever Him and a Forever Her.

They have met and walked hand in hand
through the winter season, 
they have loved different things,
and shared them all,
they have felt a unique spark in whatever they did.

Then the Forever stops being Forever.
A wrong moment, a wrong time,
a fatal error.
An eternal snow covers every beauty they had created.
The eternal flames burns out,
the eternal water stops being a relief for thirst.

The Forever Him and the Forever Her
start forgetting why they were Forever, 
how they felt Forever, 
what special force bound them to one another Forever.


The Forever Him finds another love,
the Forever Her does the same.


The Forever Him and the Forever Her
try hard to make the new loves work Forever.
They don't know yet....
that they can make these new loves live Forever, but not be Forever.

The Forever Him will believe he has hidden the Forever Her,
cancelled her for good from his heart and mind.


 The Forever Her will believe she has overcome the Forever Him, 
she will believe that the tears she cried for him were enough.

But Forever won't let them go, once they have been possessed.

Hidden, confused, neglected, dismissed, kicked out from hearts and souls.

But the words the Forever Him and the Forever Her have shared,
the dreams they had of one another, 
the eyes into the other's eyes they have exchanged,
the hand in hand they have walked into...
All this, and even more, will be still there,
as a curse or a relief for both of them.

Cause we all are much deeper than we think, and we all have so many unknown places inside us where we can walk naked if we want to...

Another way to believe or to disregard that Forever Love exists.
And that, if the Forever Him and the Forever her are brave enough,
can still return, real more than ever, true more than ever,
a realization of all they had dreamed of and lost in the way.


The Forever Him and the Forever Her
could one day understand that their humanity prevented them to commune with the divinity of the Forever.

They will remember it, anyway.
Even if at their side there is a new love forced to wear the 'forever' jacket.

They will know the difference one day.

Forever.
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Anonymous said…
se arrivo alla fine mi ammazzo..ho letto solo un pezzo...



ciccio...
9 January 2011 at 10:11
AnnaFullStop said…
Oddio....e allora non arrivare alla fine, non ti voglio sulla coscienza!
9 January 2011 at 10:16
Daanish said…
very intereting post,but you know as they say, nothing last forever,which I guess include him and her.
10 January 2011 at 04:17
AnnaFullStop said…
Hi Daanish and welcome!
My point was exactly a challenge to that 'you know what they say'...nothing lasts forever can maybe be true...but Forever does exist...maybe Forever cannot last forever, because of our humanity...but its memory can...and that include a sense of uneasiness for having lost it..as for the Forever Him and the Forever Her!
Thank you!
10 January 2011 at 09:09
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