“All that remains of us is a relic.
A memory where gravity still exists.”
Don’t you see? We are nothing more than a blackened solar system. A set of dead stars. What was once a place full of warmth and light — with planets, moons, and gravity holding us together — all that remains is a relic. A memory. A place where the gravity still exists, but once the light fizzled out into nothing, it left no warmth. A deep, undying bitter cold. An infinite darkness. And no beauty to see except what twinkled off in the distance.
That was how I felt — how empty, how cold and dark with that gravity of us still spinning around in the pit of my stomach — that was how it felt when you left.
© Sarah Doughty
That was how it felt to be alone.
I feel like LOVE is over-rated. I believe being best friends, camping buds, fishing partners, movie lovers, stealhouse conosouers… Without friendship, the Love will never work and we will never see eye to eye. Need to find compatibility. Period. A friend for life
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Yes. I couldn’t agree more. That was the fatal flaw of this particular story. The friendship was fleeting as our paths took us in different directions.
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no true love should ever feel a heartbreak…sad
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I agree. It hurt to write this. Pangs of the past crept up on me.
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During one of my many break ups the guy, braved up and informed me..i was ok with it for the day but the next few days went in numbness
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Sigh, I’m so sorry.
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It’s ok
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My heart aches here. Ive felt that too many times💔
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Ah, I understand. I’m sorry.
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Aching… I felt this one down to the marrow of my bones. “A set of dead stars.” I love galaxy metaphors and this piece I hold in tender regard. Thank you for sharing it, Sarah! ~Kelsey 🖤
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Aw I’m glad you like it. Even with the melancholic undertones. 😊
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Theres always someone else out there even when we feel alone
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I couldn’t agree more with you.
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We are here…. And we get recycled. We are all one. The people the trees the birds the skies….. Life goes on and it never ends… Theres always hope
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Yes indeed. Thank you.
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