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They say when you fall in love, you will know. You will feel it to your very core. The light inside of your heart will suddenly turn on and brighten your life. It will show you what all you’ve been missing. When you find that person you’re meant to be with, you will know. But honest to God, I didn’t know until the last minute how perfect for me he was. I didn’t realize it until he was gone, out of my reach and a thousand miles away. No matter how hard you try to keep up with someone when they’re far away, it never really works. It’s never the same. Day in and day out, he’s all I think about. I can’t seem to wrap my mind around the fact that he’s gone. Nothing I could do would bring him back to me any faster, if he would ever come back. It came to a point where it was very possible that I would never see him again in my life. That’s the sad thing about love, though. Sometimes, especially in my case, it could have happened. There was so much potential there, but it never worked itself out. The first guy I was ever in love with was never my boyfriend. Nothing more than a friend. But it was hardly an unrequited love. Even if he felt the same way, it would always be like this. The love that could have happened. He would always be the one guy that was just in my reach, but never quite close enough for me to grab.