As real as it could be.

There was nothing poetic about our love.
It started in the middle of nowhere
like a dream,
and ended when I thought it was gonna be forever.
It was not all shine and glee
 or a merry blanket of roses
to walk on, nor did it awaken the fire inside me.
Our love was more like a long journey
in the ocean without having to look at the sky,
a journey where we didn’t know where we were heading,
a journey when it didn’t really matter. It was just
what it was, and it was so damn beautiful.

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