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There is no real life without love and no love without life.                                                                                         Both can be beautiful, but like roses, they also produce thorns.                                                                                 The two entities must co-exist and draw fuel from each other.                                                                                       There is the pain in both, like power from positive and negative charges.                                                                              We do not always welcome it with open arms, but there is no life without pain.                                           

Long before I knew or even met her who became 'The One', there were other relationships, most of which were short-lived with sad endings. Two of them are very noteworthy and taught me early-on about life's enduring character. We can be rocked and bulldozed by them if we do not learn to come to terms and 'move on'. Romantic and relationship encounters that go sour and south can strike one at the very core of the soul and render its victims helpless. It is a very curable experience for most of us, but it is also a most memorable one.                                                                   

For two summers in a row, I was charmed, swept into the arms and hearts of beautiful human beings only to be emotionally beaten up one summer, and abandoned the next summer by circumstances some two thousand miles away.  These two promising loves had barely begun before they quickly ended, never having the chance to complete what could have been.  From Chicago, one returned to South Dakota, and the other returned to Puerto Rico.                                                                          

One has to be reminded that events of emotion and passion, though ever so pure, innocent, and sincere, do not have to end one's hope for a lasting love.  Emotions and passions come and go like seasons, but like summer always follows springtime, my lasting love came with a beautiful smile later that summer.

07112018PoetrySoupContest, An Incomplete Love Story, Faraz Ajmal
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