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history wont remember a love story between a boy and a half god, I’m sorry my dears you were always considered a tragedy.

one day i’ll sit down and write our story, but this time it wont end in tragedy. it will be a world in which we never had to face war, we got to be kids and grow into our youth. in this story, you my love were not a weapon created by war, made to give your life, and i wouldn’t have to follow you into the battlefield, i wouldn’t have to watch you become bloody and broken. i would have to lose you to a war that we could never have won because that was never our fate, we were always meant to lose. that became our history.

one day our story will be known as something more than a tragedy, i promise. 

–history wont remember a love story between a boy and a half god, I’m sorry my dears you were always considered a tragedy.

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our history meant nothing unless we’d be remembered together.

there was something 

in the way history 

told our story.

it was beautiful 

and yet so tragic.

it was told that

we would always 

be searching for 

one another 

across the stars 

just to find peace 

in each others arms.

but history would 

never let us be happy

for long.

there was always a price 

the universe said

when we found each other.

when the universe separated us

we’d always be missing half 

of ourselves, 

we’d only be half alive.

so when i found you,

after all that yearning,

wandering through 

heaven and hell.

i felt whole after years

feeling like i was missing 

the other half of my heart.

we were never told 

how many times 

history had repeated itself,

but i believe in my heart 

it was always written in our

blood to find one another. 

our love always came with a price 

but it was one i’d always 

be willing to pay, 

if it meant i could love you 

until my dying day.

– our history meant nothing unless we’d be remembered together.

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I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

you fell in love with a boy,

a half god, half human,

he became half of your soul,

as the poet said 

he was made to be a weapon.

never to know peace,

only war and bloodshed

to appease the gods 

but you loved him

and that was enough.

you hoped it would be enough.

enough to think that a love 

like yours could save him,

even though the battle

raged on in his head 

and tore at his heart 

until there was nothing left.

wars came, 

battles won

labours lost 

but you still had him

and that was all that mattered.

after everything we did,

everything we became 

the epilogue would read 

as a tragedy.

somewhere down the line

the gods sealed our fate,

our end,

our story became a tale of woe,

only history would forget

about our undying love,

but darling how they would remember you.

our story became 

a tragedy,

but

you and i my love,

would always find each other 

defying heaven and hell 

just to hold you again,

to find the other half of my heart.

so until then my darling,

i’ll be here

waiting

for you. 

– i would know him in death, at the end of the world. 

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name one hero who was happy… you can’t.

In this story you are not Patroclus and I Achilles. Our end would not be one for history to turn us into a mere tragedy, one where you had the courage that I did not. This is not the story where I hold your lifeless body to my now un-beating heart.

In this story we don’t lose each other because of my fate, to a war we cannot win, to the likely hood of death. Death cannot touch us because in this story I choose you over glory, my mothers wishes, over everything else the gods had planned for me. 

In this story our love prevails, and we end up happy.

–name one hero who was happy.. you can’t.