017 : dead love letters

They were the bold and the brave: the lovers and the loved who dared to love too hard. It was rapid, twisted by the fast pace and turned into something that one wanted so badly and the other seemed less so keen about. Vibrantly, he loved, but the other did not.

Not until he died, gone without a goodbye. There was little to be done but feel complete and utterly overwhelming regret for the course of events fate had set them up to, but was it really fate? We all control out own destinies, but they seemed to believe so solidly in fate that there was no changing their path.

"Fate has a way of defining when and how we die," He'd said, with his cynical grin plastered across his face as he lay across the sofa beside the boy he loved, one hand in his popcorn and the other in his lover's.

"You think too negatively to believe in that shit," The other replied and they'd laughed like it was nothing to be worried about, but they both worried too much for their laugh to be genuine.

The one thought about all the time they didn't spend together. Why wouldn't he just take him out for dinner? It broke his heart, even if there was a large part of him that would never admit that. That was the part of him that caused the most damage to himself: his pride.

The other thought about his luck. He was content and at ease with his partner and wouldn't dare say otherwise, but neither of them new what the other was thinking. And maybe that's where it all went wrong, not fate.

Not cruel, glorious fate, but themselves. Only themselves to blame for their misfortune and early demise.

But even through their demise, there is a lesson to be learnt. Even when those we love leave us, they do not stop loving us no matter where they go. Should it be heaven or hell or life again, their soul and life force will always love us and cherish our being no matter who we become after their departure.

Do not think you are alone.

You are never alone.

And, if that's all you take from this terribly short tale, then that is enough.

That is all that needs to be said.

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finished: 10.2.17
Josh and Julian are my babies but it's time to say goodbye to this story. I loved writing it, it's my first gay story and honestly I'm so so happy I decided to write this instead of some shitty unoriginal straight simon fic so I hope you all felt the same way too.