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Ephemeral (adj) lasting for a very short time
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I found it hilarious how even though the sky above me is littered with millions of twinkling dots, it's only the tip of the iceberg. Personally, I don't see the big deal about stars, all I think about is how they're balls of burning gas. As you can probably tell I'm a bit of a realist; but don't get me confused with a pessimist.
People dedicate their lives and spend years study stars, they're the center of romantic scenes in books and movies. But why? Still, there are trillions of planets that haven't been discovered. It doesn't matter how much technology has evolved and how much it will, it would never be able to find out all of the universe's secrets. Some things just aren't possible. Some things are just better left alone. You never know what you might find or if you'll like it. Just exactly when you find someone closed off and unintentionally alluring, you find yourself unable to stop and keep digging and digging.
Eventually, you retrieve the treasure you've been so hopelessly looking for; but the 'treasure' isn't what you were hoping for. There's always a slim chance you do find what you were expecting. But is it worth the risk? Hurting not only yourself but the person you emptied out and leaving them not only alone but void of feeling anymore. Some things are just better left alone...
I don't remember how exactly how I found myself in this situation. It's all a bit blurry, I remember sitting in the Heath for sometime when this boy approached me. I was tempted to get up and run, though I doubt anyone would hear my screams this deep in the Heath so I decided to stay put; my first mistake of the night.
I don't recall who started the conversation, nonetheless, we began talking as if we'd been friends for years and this was our regular meet up place. Sooner than I was comfortable with, questions were flying between the two of us; questions you wouldn't necessarily answer if they were asked by a stranger. However, he didn't feel like a stranger, so why should I treat him like one? Best friends can become strangers and strangers can become best friends. I've learned that the hard way. I began to unwind and let my guard down. There went my second mistake of the night.
Laughter filled the air and the night carried on like this. I suddenly felt exposed, my deepest darkest thoughts had surfaced despite my efforts of repressing them. I never had anyone to share these secrets with, so I decided to take advantage of this stranger.
