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The Two Faces.

Imagine you own a beautiful house, and then imagine in front of your house is a beautiful lush garden, with all your favourite flowers. Imagine a she who's taking care of her house and her garden, watering them, soiling the new ones, keeping their precious little lives alive. She is content, she is happy, she feels beautiful.

 Walks in a he, who's also very happy, he is looking for an adventure, he admires her with all his heart. He decides to take her in, to take care of her garden, to take responsibility of her entirely., he chooses her.

She was mesmerised with the kind of man he was, he took great effort to assure her that her garden was in the right hands and under sturdy hands. He and She were happy, they took care of each other and their gardens, they felt the freshness , and it felt right, until, one day, a dark day set in their bright sunny world. In there came another ghastly and awful beast, who had thrown darkness on their faces. Times were bad, they struggled, trying to find all the ways to keep the garden fresh and green, to retain life there. It was life and love gifted by both hands to her garden, it was important, it was important because if any of them walked out the garden would never be the same, it was important because they loved the garden, it was important because he completed she, it was important because it would break their hearts and the flowers would die and lose life if any of them gave up. But what could've been done, He had no choice, situations like those were best handled with care. He made the move, He decided what was best for both her and him and decided to make the right decision, He walked away. He took off, because staying would be even more vicious. It would've destroyed her world, her neighbours, her caretakers, her respect, her heart in time. It would've destroyed him, he knew he couldn't have stood there to watch her life break down in a million pieces. So he couldn't stay.

She spent most her time thinking about the one who walked away, reliving memories, thrusting pain onto her soul and mind. All she did, she did so that he could notice.Her garden was going to die, she was lost but she knew it was right.It was necessary she took care of her garden herself. She tried her best to take that responsibility. She was lost in her thoughts, she had forgotten her garden, she had forgotten a chunk of herself, she had to keep them dry, but it would take time. She had to water those flowers.

He went away. Is that too hard to realise?
He is gone.

Meanwhile, there stood another, secretly watering her plants, her garden, keeping her flowers beautiful, with his sincere water. He did everything he could to not let them die, to not let her soul die. All that while and hard work to keep everything safe and intact, only to realise she was blind to it. She was unable to give back what she got from the light of a soul, to thank the elf on christmas, to appreciate the fireman who saved her and gave her his oxygen so that she could finally breathe. He dedicated his life to her garden....only to realise his light was fading out, because she took too much.

Why couldnt she comprehend the love, the selfless heart ?

Would you be blind to such a miracle., to such a dedicated 'he' in your life?

What happened to him? Did he continue watering those flowers, even if she didn't want them to be watered, even if she didn't want him to continue, even if she were destroying him while he did that?

What goes around, comes around, always.

 She was who she was.

A helpless, unappreciative, selfish loner.

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