Kryptonite

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    Kryptonite

    Kryptonite

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    Oh, my god, yes I've finally found the one!

    I squeeze my arms around him, crying in joy and relief

    It's been almost five years since we last spoke.

    He laughs and hugs me tightly, a look of contentment on his features, 

    And I smile, glad to have finally met him

    He is only a year older than I last remember yet five years is quite some time to have waited that long to talk to me. But I honestly don't care. 

    He’s here, wrapping his arms around me, embracing me like I'm the most important person in the world. I feel touched by an angel.

    After five excruciatingly long and painful years, he forgave me for my sins towards him

    Of course I hug back, scared to let go lest I lose him again. 

    He whispers softly,”No, its okay. I'm never leaving you. Ever.”

    I nod and continue to hold tight to him,

    Reassuring me of his true and actual form

    It's not my imagination this time

    I am overwhelmed with a million emotions, most of them too happy to explain

    But then something feels wrong

    I see him shimmer in the moonlight, his already soft voice fading from my mind

    And he focuses on something beyond my own form

    I turn around to see what he might be staring at,

    But when i turn back around to face him, nothing is left

    I only remember waking up, screaming out his name

    Lost, lonely and afraid I realize it was all a dream and he will never come back.

    Heartbroken, I cry

    Goodbye


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    Crush commented on Kryptonite

    02-08-2020

    Honestly... I had great difficulty getting through the first 5-6 lines. However, after that, you kicked it up and produced a quite magnificent piece. I am glad I stuck around to finish this. Nice

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