I let her go, as I knew I would have to. It was no longer the game it started out to be but two hearts longing to beat as one. The heavy sighs of her heart had become for me the haunting emblem of her own affliction. And as I look back on the memories we once shared, the extraordinary journey we took, I can only long, long for it to be as it used to be.
From the very beginning it was a secret, a passionate story only heard by two people. Astounding as it may seem, I could no longer continue with the confined charade. Tears welled up in both of our eyes. Her soul was in pain and as she distanced herself from her friends and family, she had discontinued see the point of her own existence. It was then when I knew that it had become truth, for her face was always tortured when she looked at me in ways I knew instinctively no mere physical ailment could explain. I tried to steer away but we as if by fate kept returning to each other.
So many times I had walked in on her hunched shadow casting large against the wall, and the waters of her heart slipping, gripping for dear life on the edge of the window sill.
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