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[bluephantom]

"and so she returns, but for a brief moment that i can not even see her. after all this time, i hear of her, but unable to be there to greet her. my heart wants to give up every time she comes by, but i do not know if it is love or something else. could it be the feeling of hope that never came? or the insanity that i have put myself through to believe that this is love? maybe it is a lie about life... why can i not hold her hand and look her in the eyes and give her my everlasting promise of my love? because love is not real unless she wants me to have and cherish her."

~anonymous

just sometyhing i found on a website...