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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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it was the test of time and the price was our love.

there will be a time where this all fades,

and we’ll become stories

and all that’s left will be our love.

maybe somewhere,

somehow 

history may be kind to us

and remember what we were,

rather than who we became, 

but if your hearing this 

then please

let us be more than

the tragic tale 

of what happed to our love.

but if history is not kind

to us,

if she makes her choice,

i pray that our love lasts 

in the stories she will tell

i hope we last…

withstanding the test of time

because darling 

we were meant to.

i hope history will remember,

the good,

and the way we fell in love

but if not

maybe

in another lifetime, 

a kinder one

we’ll be remembered 

together rather than 

being torn apart.

i don’t want our story

to be remembered 

as one where fate 

did not go our way 

and we lost each other.

because all i wanted 

in this life 

was to be remembered 

with you.

–it was the test of time and the price was our love.

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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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The war took everything, even our love.

They say all’s fair in love and war but my darling we were never in love, we were always at war.

We could never have loved each other in the way we should. The war was not beautiful, and I couldn’t have romanticized it for what it was. It broke me in the hope of building me into something better. When actually it made me into a weapon, after that I knew I could never find peace, I would always be a product of war.

You could not love me, I was broken. All that death and bloodshed would haunt me until my dying day. You could never look at me in the eye and forgive me after everything I did.

We would always be on the battlefield, when we should have been in each others arms.

– the war took everything, even our love.

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Atlas you never should have carried the weight of the world in your once beating heart.

You became one of those old Greek tragedies in the way you carried the weight of the world on your shoulders. You could see the pain in your eyes, those tired eyes just begging for peace after years of war. History was never kind to those who had tragedy in their blood, my darling. I’m so sorry you never wanted to be their hero, you did not deserve this.

– Atlas you never should have carried the weight of the world in your once beating heart.//t.c

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Darling I love you. I always will but history was not kind to us.

Let me tell you the story of a boy who loved a girl, of how he loved her and how she loved him more than anything, but the gods, history and the universe did not adore them like they loved each other. Promise me one day we will meet again, that this isn’t the end, that this won’t ruin us and be our undoing I asked. As she kissed me we swore to the gods that they wouldn’t break us, that in the history books we would be remembered as the star crossed lovers without the tragedy. But our story wasn’t a happy one just like the fates predicted; our love was beautiful and tragic all at once. I handed her my once beating heart which I handed to her willingly, she was my life. Take care of that my love I told her for I wouldn’t need it. That in this story I would not let her become a tragedy. But history did not care for star crossed lovers. We knew happiness, we were just not lucky. Tragedy ran though our blood deep into the soul.

–Darling I love you. I always will but history was not kind to us.//t.c