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Well, that's that, I guess. She's blocked me. Our moments and laughs are now just memories carried away by the wind. Perhaps in another life or alternate universe, things could have turned out differently. Maybe I’m clinging to you because you represented what I had during those times: titles, recognition, respect, self-pride, a goal. Now I desperately yearn for the right to have those privileges again. I smile, laugh, and enjoy what I currently have, but nothing compares to living in those moments from just a year and a half ago. Another fear lingers—were you the best I could do, simply because of my recognition, fame, and confidence? Forever chasing a replacement when I know no one else can fill the void you’ve left.

Perhaps when the next world war starts, I will find myself on the hills of Tehran, on the brink of death, the pain finally numbing away as my brain crafts one last show before my permanent slumber. I will see us one final time, enjoying what we once had, both in concert black. Walking behind you in those halls, still in disbelief that, for those brief moments, you were just mine.

I've been told to cheer up and be grateful that, for those glorious months, I was her number one. That I had the privilege of being the one she looked forward to seeing, even fighting for. True, that thought brings some peace on tougher nights when I reflect on the past. But then, I’m reminded of our last face-to-face interaction—when you told me that you were unable to come to my concert and that you were sorry. The monster who took your place, the monstrosity that greeted me as I walked off the stage, the guilt, the shame, the awkwardness of receiving flowers from someone who wasn’t you as I celebrated what should have been my apex.

I wish it had been you. I wish those magnificent blue eyes and that heart-warming red hair had been the first things I saw when I took my final bow. Even under those blinding spotlights, with my hands still trembling from the last octaves and my mind a tattered mess of nerves, I know I would have found you through it all—to be hugged by you, your hair in my face, your sweet perfume in my nose. If it had been you, perhaps I wouldn’t have felt the shame, wouldn’t have almost wanted to hide you. The embarrassment I felt introducing the one who came instead to my orchestra family and friends still lingers.

Back to reality, I guess—assignments to finish, quizzes to study for, exams to pass. The world keeps moving, the sea still meets the shore, and the sun continues to rise and set.

But without you, I live without purpose, just waiting for the day my body turns into corruption, looking for the resurrection of the body. That the next inheritor of my body and spirit may have better fortunes and better decisions.

Hello

-ReX

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You may finally work up the courage to text her first, but there will always be a guy on her phone who doesn't need to text first

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I believe this man is not a scammer, but he did take my kidney and then laugh at my dead grandma so idk for sure 🤷‍♀️

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