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The Silence of Two Heartbroken Lovers



The pain of silence between two former lovers who still love each other is heartbreaking. The physical ache they feel, wishing they could reach out to the other, but it's as if they are on either side of a deep ravine with a mile long gap between them,but with a shaky wooden bridge across. They are both afraid to cross, in fear of hurting themselves or the other. So they sit there staring sadly at their love. Occasionally, one of them will venture off to try to move on, but they always end up back at the bridge. The two former lovers know they need each other, but they don't want any more heartbreak. What they don't realize is the heartbreak they are causing the other person. They're hearts are so broken and damaged, even without this unnecessary heartbreak. They need each other to pull themselves up, to pull each other up. The silence is long and painful and stretches out beyond the bridge. Others, completely unrelated to the problem, can feel the pain and longing just by glancing at the two form lovers. We can only hope, for their sakes, they are able to talk soon and make it across the bridge or else who knows what will become of these two heartbroken lovers.

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  1. I understand this all too well and i wish i didnt but i do. I know the feeling like i know how to breathe and i feel even when all is well. Your words ring so much stronger than they should.

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