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Loved and Lost
Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Love’s the biggest kind of hurt there is.


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Title:Loved and Lost
Written for Round 4 Challenge 3 of "big_damn_quests" on LJ as Zoe
Word Count: 105

Challenge 3
Do you believe in true love? Have you ever felt it?

Believe in it? I lived it. Can’t say for sure I’d still be standing here if it weren’t for it.

I think all love is true, really. Love isn’t false, it’s only people that are. That’s not to say it doesn’t hurt, or there ain’t pain. Love’s the biggest kind of hurt there is. Without love there’s no loss, and we’ve known a lot of loss. Means we’ve known plenty of love, too.

It’s hard, loving and losing. Don’t think there’s anything harder. But that’s part of what makes it all worthwhile, worth fighting for.

Never regretted loving and I ain’t about to start now.

COMMENTS

Tuesday, September 29, 2015 5:02 PM

BYTEMITE


I like to think that when Zoe was with the browncoats, she was fighting for some of her family members, even if they weren't directly there with her and she also seemed to have lost them at some point.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015 6:05 PM

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I'm sure she was fighting for someone. I don't think you become a dust devil if you're not.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015 6:06 PM

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I'm sure she was fighting for someone. I don't think you become a dust devil if you're not.


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