In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toils shall strive to mend."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Strange, the many directions death can steer us through. Once the process of grief begins it doesn't end until death, which simply starts the process someone else, a person who held us dear and close. This seems to be the only simple thing about it. Death is a type of loss; loss being one of the hardest things to cope with, in my opinion. Deaths in my familly seem to come in pairs and it's becoming such a heavy load to carry.
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Once I left, I knew that somehow, someone or something would never let me go back. I remember the last time I saw him, thinking I'll just give him his birthday present later. I'm too upset right now. Of course, it never happened. I never got to share what was supposed to be an amazing moment just between the two of us.... And how many times have I thought about it? or questioned it? or wondered what it would've been like? or wished it could have happened before everything was turned upside down? Oh, creed of young lust... why don't you just drop dead. You're nothing to grieve over.
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Lovely how a stranger can brighten up your day. Discouraging how a glance can ruin it. Wonderful how one person can keep you walking on sunshine. Depressing how it can all be gone in an instant. Will we never learn?
