= Christine
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What happened to your love, what happened to the memories between you two? It was so great and tight, it was so long and sweet. That day she cried, cried so hard that she nearly stopped breathing. Her sadness over flowed her chest cause it to hurt.
That moment, he broke down. Not believing that was over, the red, long, tight crimson ribbon was broken. It was ripped and tangled. It's over, it's gone....nothing is left but their broken hearts.
Hopeless, they're hopeless...everything that remains between them is dirt and broken pieces of their trust and love. The broken jar of memories lingers in the photo they had. She torn them, he burnt them.
They both done a fantastic job of killing the love.
Blossoms no longer bloom, leaves are no longer glory green. Nothing is like what it was suppose to shine. Ugliness is the leftovers. Rotten smell of faith drifts in the air. Ashes of memories floats on to the surface of their hands. They dirty their hands by smudging them on to everything, anything, to get rid of the ashes...
Look what the result is, increasing the pain. Now the ashes are on everything, try cleaning them up. They found they can't....
to be continued....
http://roadnearthelighthouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/cherry-blossom-tree-pt2.html
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