\ngirls, she started out life happy and sweet but over time, she grew more and
\nmore sad. You see, this little girl, unlike most little girls learned early on
\nin life that she wasn’t wanted. Her parents gave her away because they didn’t
\nwant her. Then, the people who took her
\ntreated the other little girl there better than they did her. The little girl
\nwas always smiling on the outside though because she learned that if you cry
\nout the outside; if you showed people your hurt, they would only take that and
\nhurt you more. So, she always smiled and she was always happy. She was a sweet
\nsoul. She would do her best to make sure everyone else was happy, even if she
\ncouldn’t be. As she grew up, so did the sadness. It became a part of her but
\nnobody but her knew about it. She couldn’t remember a time when the sadness
\nwasn’t living inside of her. <\/div>\n
\n<\/div>\n
\nOne day, she met this man. Her sadness knew his sadness and
\nover time, they became friends and she even found little pieces of happiness
\nwith him. Her sadness didn’t like this though and neither did his. If they were
\nhappy, the sadness would have to leave. So the sadness planted thoughts in
\ntheir heads. They told her that one day he would hurt her and leave her. They told
\nhim that she wanted far more than she had ever said. They muddled their words
\nand soon, the man and the woman started being sad together. He listened to his
\nvoices and pulled away from her. He took away parts of what had made them so
\nspecial together. As he pulled away, she listened to the voices that said “See?
\nI told you that he never really wanted you.”<\/div>\n
\nover time, they became friends and she even found little pieces of happiness
\nwith him. Her sadness didn’t like this though and neither did his. If they were
\nhappy, the sadness would have to leave. So the sadness planted thoughts in
\ntheir heads. They told her that one day he would hurt her and leave her. They told
\nhim that she wanted far more than she had ever said. They muddled their words
\nand soon, the man and the woman started being sad together. He listened to his
\nvoices and pulled away from her. He took away parts of what had made them so
\nspecial together. As he pulled away, she listened to the voices that said “See?
\nI told you that he never really wanted you.”<\/div>\n
\n<\/div>\n
\nThey tried to fight the sadness. They tried to be this new
\nthing, but slowly the sadness were winning. Slowly they pulled away from one
\nanother. She spent nights crying herself to sleep because all she wanted was
\nfor him to treat her like he used to. He grew anxious as he gave into his
\nsadness. Where once they had been an amazing team, now they struggled to find
\nthemselves. The sadness was taking over their lives and it seemed they were
\nhelpless to stop it.<\/div>\n
\nthing, but slowly the sadness were winning. Slowly they pulled away from one
\nanother. She spent nights crying herself to sleep because all she wanted was
\nfor him to treat her like he used to. He grew anxious as he gave into his
\nsadness. Where once they had been an amazing team, now they struggled to find
\nthemselves. The sadness was taking over their lives and it seemed they were
\nhelpless to stop it.<\/div>\n
\n<\/div>\n
\nShe grew panicked. She was watching the one and only good
\nthing to happen to her slip away and she was helpless to stop it. She tried
\nwhat she knew. She knew they had been happy once and desperately she tried to
\nrecapture that but it takes two willing people to hold onto something and the
\nvoices, the sadness had slowly sapped away his interest. It was too late. What
\nthey’d had together was gone and unless they could hold onto each other and
\ndrive the sadness away, there was no hope. Deep inside, she knew that this was
\nit. This was her chance at life. Without this, she would give up. She would
\nwither away on the inside and slowly wither away on the outside but she needed
\nhim to try as hard as she was. She needed him to be the same man who would get
\nexcited just by the sound of her voice. <\/div>\n
\nthing to happen to her slip away and she was helpless to stop it. She tried
\nwhat she knew. She knew they had been happy once and desperately she tried to
\nrecapture that but it takes two willing people to hold onto something and the
\nvoices, the sadness had slowly sapped away his interest. It was too late. What
\nthey’d had together was gone and unless they could hold onto each other and
\ndrive the sadness away, there was no hope. Deep inside, she knew that this was
\nit. This was her chance at life. Without this, she would give up. She would
\nwither away on the inside and slowly wither away on the outside but she needed
\nhim to try as hard as she was. She needed him to be the same man who would get
\nexcited just by the sound of her voice. <\/div>\n
\n<\/div>\n
\nIn the end, they couldn’t hold on. They let go and in that
\nmoment, the sadness consumed them. They were alone once more, never to join
\ntogether.<\/div>\n
\nmoment, the sadness consumed them. They were alone once more, never to join
\ntogether.<\/div>\n
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