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I Wish We Were Strangers
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It’s been 3 years since I’ve seen these streets, seeing these lights, these windows again, brings back a lot of memories. Some I want to forget and some I will always remember because I choose to keep them locked in my heart forever. When I left here I thought I would be leaving my life behind, truth is, it followed me everywhere I went. People told me I would never forget you and I reassured them that I would, they were right, you were there, in every woman’s eye, telling me there will never be anyone else. After the first few months, I gave up and gave in, and let it be that you were and will always be the on and only love of my life. But that didn’t mean I would have to live in the same city.
I left L.A. and ran away to New York, trying to hide from you, my dear Alice. But you made that so difficult. We were friends again before I left, we even got to that comfortable spot again. Unfortunately I was the first to realize that leaving you the first time was one of the worst things I could have ever done to you and to myself. I left her for you Alice, Lara never meant that much to me, she was justwell she was just Lara. But I was one moment too late, because once I turned around to tell you how much I loved you and will always love you, your eyes were connected to someone else. I guess he made you happy, not happier than I could make you, just a whole different kind of happy.
You want to know something funny Alice? I never cried, not once. Because no matter how badly my heart broke seeing you smiling, in any circumstance, just seeing you smile brought one to my face. That’s why I left Al, because I needed to cry, and being here, and seeing you happy, made it too hard to cry. It’s moments like these that made me wish we were strangers, strangers again. I wish I didn’t know that when you smiled and your head was tilted and your eyes were nearly shut, meant you were really really happy. If I were a stranger I could imagine that that was your fake smile, your pity laugh, but because I am your soul mate, I knew it was real. I am so sorry I can’t be your stranger Al.
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Please continue. That was an amazing start, I would love to see where it goes.
wow – that is really amazing. great job.
It’s a great start. Please, let it be continued =)
Of course you have to continue – hopefully soon!
Yes, please continue. Good start.
Go on, you know you want to!!
Anne, where have you been? Of course you must continue, angst and drama galore! This is a good start
I’m loving this already. I’m a sucker for Danish, drama, and angst, and a combination of the three is even better. :)
hey…ive been looking for my words! writers block totally sucks…but im hoping this story will hang around for a while…ive missed this!
Great start! You must continue. Any chance this story was inspired by the Ari Hest song “Strangers Again?” It is a perfect match.
KilKenny you SOOO got it right!!!!!!! i was gonna post the lyrics on the final chapter!!!!! gosh isnt that song wonderful?!?! i absolutely love that song!!!! i was listening to it while i was writing this story! everyone should hear this song! thanks Kilkenny…i was waiting for someone to say that! peace
great start I love it please post soon