Post by Cassa Solo on Oct 3, 2006 20:28:21 GMT -5
What Hurts The Most
She choked back a sob. Today was the first anniversary of his death. The anniversary to the day she lost herself…..her one true love…
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while…
It had only taken a short while for her to be traumatized, loved and broken. Taken by The Vong, losing her innocence, the very thing that kept her sane while alone….waiting for her best friend to come to her…to send her a messedge, anything to let her know she wasn’t alone on Yavin. To let her know she still had a best friend.
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok
But that’s not what gets me…
When The Vong had taken her, he followed. He’d sworn to himself he would find her and in turn he did. In more than one way. He not only returned to himself a reborn friend…but someone to hold, someone to care for while he fought.
What hurts the most!
Was being so close!
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away!
And never knowing
What could have been!
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin’ to do!
It had taken a push to let him see his feelings for her and vice-versa.
The push was near death. Stuck in a large locker running out of oxygen.
He had listened to her sob, listen to her blame her self for their deathly situation and realized then that he cared for her. To show her he kissed her there in the locker, though she pulled back she had reassured him, showing him that he was not wrong..
It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ It
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
Her feelings were of uncertainy, of reluctance to think of her best friend as a lover. Though their bond was strong, and they prophecies made by their mentor hinting there was of little sign to her.
What hurts the most!
Is being so close!
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away!
And never knowing
What could have been!
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do…
The push that was needed for her was near death, and death itself. They day her heart was shattered in witnessing his death…was the day she realized just how vast her love for him could be. How the dangers of war could rip away love and all it’s strengths in the epic blink of an eye, through the courage of a hero who was willing to sacrifice his life for his family, friends, and especially…..his love.
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