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She had the power to change the world but she couldn't save the one she loved.

I wrote her story because she wanted to live forever and I loved her far more with every word, too much! Even in death her life sought out beauty, for her moments were consumed with love and I could never write such a story without her stars flaming in my heart.

Magic is when you live your life the way you didn__ picture it and leave nothing behind.

Your greatest dreams will always slumber within the vicious depths of fear.

The seed of our love will always cube within the wonder of infinite.

The chaos in me is the chaos in you. Like the love in you is the love in me. So maybe we__e both a little crazy. Enough to believe we__e found where dreams are born and beneath our faults remain a science, where you and I will run away and leave nothing behind.

She got inside me with her story. I could feel her flowing in me and far, faraway I related in parallel. Her smile was a reflection of my own brokenness. It defined buried feelings that I could never ignore.

To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.

Maybe one day we__l find that place, where you and I could be together and we__l catch our dreams within the waves of change. So hear me, you are not alone.

Every broken piece of me fell on every broken piece of you and when I took the missing parts, like the emptiness of me I saw the emptiness of you and I poured my half upon you to fill you whole. I risked it all just to dream you complete and catch you one day free in the wild.

The fear of loving a dog, is knowing one day they__l be gone and you could never find eyes that express all that you feel.

Maybe all that we are is what people expect us to be.

Sometimes those we love break us to bind us whole within the transition.

That night I didn__ say anything. I just watched you leave and in the end, I just stayed sleeping awake. Somewhere between a sweet dream and a beautiful nightmare, hoping one day you__ return to rid me of the demons you left behind.

technology murdered childhood.

She had more of me then I had of myself. We were both wild birds chasing the stars. We__ lose our way and find new places, close our eyes and fall back towards a constellation of dreams. We wrapped ourselves in a blanket of passion and each night we fell deeper without control, into this strange space called love.

The more I learned the less I felt I knew you and I got lost counting stars, I fell dreaming. Sometimes I__ wander away. Maybe I wasn__ ready or maybe it was just a hard time to love. You always reminded me of home and I could never fathom the reasoning behind your smile. Perhaps one day, if we believe enough, we__l find our way.

Ill love you with every little bit of everything that has ever consumed me and I will forever love you and forever find you in every life time and so on. Until the stars die out and the universe leaps but even then, my love will remain.