A Cycle in Three Parts

Him

I thought this was over That I was done She takes a breath and starts — part one. Am I a princess or am I prey? Or will this be to my dismay? How the hell did it happen this way? I'm sure I'll find out in these lines As I tiptoe over the mines Is he a frog? Or a prince? I know it's not a fairytale, but this will likely end tense. I can't do this, can I? This is so scary. And yet still I — — I keep asking myself why did it have to be you; But you gave me the feeling that you could be right — so right I could not resist with all my might Do we deserve this? Haven't we both been hurt? I know I was dragged through the dirt I have no right to be selfish. Or do I? Craving a life neither of us can give one another. I've never feared losing someone before perhaps you've become someone I adore. "Listen to Your Heart" is playing on the radio right now The driver is playing it as I leave this town.

— Excerpt from Part One —

The Complete Cycle

Three chapters written for anyone who has ever loved deeply, waited faithfully, and finally learned to let go with tenderness.

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Reluctantly,
Gene

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