Pull the Trigger.

I once slept soundly; I never once snored. Then, it hit me - ever so swiftly did it come, yet through many years did it develop. Simple infatuation is how it began, everlasting love is what it became.

A joyous age is in what we once resided; initially, all begins that way.

Ironic, it seems, that something deemed so majestic and widely desired, is actually quite encumbersome and anguishing to the soul.

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I, for one, am not superhuman. To withstand such deceptive joy, and be met by unsteady moods and undulating affection is by far an infeasible task.

I love you, that much should be clear. But this love, will be the catalyst of my demise. Exhibit some mercy my dear; I wish to be spared from disappointment and torment; I wish to be spared from years of amorous, yet cancerous knives piercing my heart.

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So, just pull the trigger...

*Pulling the trigger does not literally mean to kill me - it signifies my companion releasing her romanic hold on me. Notice how the "knives" would have "killed" me over many years, yet a gun would end my suffering in an instant.

-em;