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I once read somewhere something similar to authors don't cry; they simply bleed on paper. During my journey as a freelance writer and someone with a quite troubled family, I partly disagree.

Tears of oceans, graceful crimson red blood was never beautiful. They had pure pain lingering around them but that remains silent in every novel. Every poem. Things like these won't ever be beautiful.
A pool of blood was never once graceful. It was just red but poets made it glorified.

And we glorify or romantize a lot during our lives to let ourselves into a deceiving trap. A trap that makes us think everything is beautiful as it is - but in reality we can never fully understand the adjective beautiful. We need to find our significant other, our first love or ourselves in everyday life for that first. Until then, everything seems beautiful, anything is worth glorifying that we see a certain way.

I've seen many sunsets when I moved out of the main island and I've found my pace in life but... I've never seen a more perfect ending of a day that I experienced with Mio while watching a sunset.
That memorable moment is followed with more and more as days pass by, but I keep remembering it because... well, Mio made that day better. He always makes it better by his smile, his scent, his baritone and overall presence. He is the reason I glorify every memory I gain with him.

I don't know which one will be my last after all.

(hope you like it joebalden and Purple_Pirate23 :] )