Written by: T'Kalara
Fall 1999 10th grade
JetCjr6
Author's note: Paramount owns Voyager and her crew…unfortunately for the fans. This story and its contents are mine, as depressing as they may be.
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Was It…?
If it truly was, I guess I'll never know. There's no way to go back and live in or change the past. Were there truly, I would do it in an instant, without a backward glance or doubt. Regrets, they say, are useless and only weigh you down; but all I can think of are things I would've should've, could've done or said. And it's too late now.
It's all gone now - the feelings of sureness in the future, safety, and contentment - gone without recourse. No more embraces in strong arms, lips just barely brushing mine, enveloping warm hands, tender gazes, or affectionate smiles. My light in the storm has flickered out, all in one single instant. The shelter I had from the troubles of life is no more.
And it's all because I should've could've, would've done things but didn't. I was so blind in my bliss, never imagining I'd ever come crashing back down to earth with no safety net. Always taking - I didn't give all that I could, I was self-centered and willingly ignored what was happening.
So I've learned my lesson well, no need to doubt that. I wish with all my soul that the price wasn't my heart, my dreams. I learned that being as I was is wonderful for a while, but it eventually catches up with you. Never again will I do so, not if I want to be truly happy. Not if I don't want to lose that precious gift again, the gift that will never be the same.
Still, through it all, I just have one question that goes forever unanswered. I thought I felt it, thought it was true. Thought it was mutual. So all I want to know, and probably never will, is:
Was it love?
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The End
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