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All I ever wanted to do was capture her heart. We had been best friends for as long as I could remember, but I wanted more. I reached out to her and spoke of love and trust and all things wonderful. Alas, her heart and her love are as free as the wind. And so I sit and weep.
I knew when the trunk slammed shut, and all her bags packed and loaded into the car, that this was going to be it forever. All the laughter, lovemaking, partying, the simple joys of our lives together were now gone. And with those memories...she was gone too.
I don't deserve to die this way. No one does, really, but especially not me. I don't even like to be around fires of any kind. Campfires, fireworks, hell, even stoves. And now I burn...and burn...and burn...
We started the game and both knew the outcome. I looked at my hand and she hers. We danced around the formalities--bets, raising the stakes--until is was time to show what we had. As I thought, she had two hearts in her hand and I none.
I knew she had never heard a live orchestra, and I knew this was my last chance to impress her. Hopefully they would be as in tune as I believed our two hearts to be. The lights went down and my blood pressure spiked. Let the music take hold of our love and take it to new heights.
We laid on the couch embracing one another. Tears streaming from the joy of feeling whole once again. It was so good to have her home. I needed to kiss her, hold her, tell her how much I love her...and hope she would reciprocate.