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It all started out as a simple love. It wasn't complicated, it wasn't cluttered. It was love untainted, it was pure. That sort of love that only a kid knows. That love, that you hold nothing back, and give everything. Knowing little, but loving much. It was perfect. It was undeniable truth. It was a love, that no matter how many things had gotten in the way, somehow, it was still there. Still holding, still loving, and still believing. It was like your squeaky door. That one that no matter what you did, it would never leave. That sorta love was ours...then somehow, suddenly, it was gone.

It started out as the elephant in the room. The one that everybody sees, but still can never comprehend. Everyone makes themselves believe its not there...and sometimes, they take it to the heights of, never talking about it, or even thinking about it. Cause, that would be way to close to accepting it's existence. As we drifted further and further apart, we suddenly realized that there was no going back. I didn't tell my friends, you didn't tell yours. It didn't happen in a day, we would have noticed that much of a drastic change. No, it happened over time. It slowly, but surely, seeped into our thinking. It was like a slowly spreading disease.

It ate away at our sleeping, our breathing. It was a cancer that stole our innocence. It stole our love for the small things. It stole our smile, and our very heart. It was a thief in the night. It hid in the shadows of our hate, gathering it's strength, until it was ready. Like a knife, ready to strike. And it was ready for sure. It had fed us it's agenda as long as we could remember. It was our friend in the night. Our closest, and truest, demon. It had been planning, and plotting, our very demise. And, somehow, we bought into it every step of the way. We were welcoming our killer, each and every day. And it was ready. The blow that we had been secretly helping, came crashing down...

BUT GOD!

He came as the true one. We were saved from our failings. We were pulled out of the fire of this world. He grabbed the knife. The knife of hate, of depression. He was there. While knowing our faults, our pitfalls, our every mistake. His voice, his very voice, spoke to us. He invited us to a dance. We slowly nodded...thinking, still, on our failures. We tried to get past our downfalls, but we were stuck. That's when, he again invited us to a dance. We started to nod. It wasn't noticed by those around us. We thought, maybe it wasn't enough. But, sure enough, it was. He grabbed every single scattered piece of our heart, and held them in his loving arms. That's when we knew, that this was where we belonged. Not out in someones fake love. But here, in the loving arms of our creator, and lover. We were finally at peace with every demon that had haunted us through the years. And we started to dance...knowing that trials would come, but we would be alright.

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