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She professed her great love to me, and yet, at the same time, I only felt she was distant in her emotions. Her eyes would drift away from mine. Her voice would sound as if she were talking to someone else. And a chill seemed to come off her soul, like a vapor of loneliness, freezing us both.
She was like a mysterious planet that no one can ever reach or even look at through the largest telescope man could ever build. She was a boat floating over so far over the horizon that she looked like a spec, a piece of dust on the end of the finest pinpoint. A rare bird unlike anyone has seen, yet so shy and reserved that even the caretaker that loves her can't get a moment of attention or warmth or even hear a faint trill of thankfulness...only the blank stare of a feathered mystery.
Everything I ever tried to do for her was lost in the dry, parched wind of her distance, my gestures bouncing off her steel heart. And I tried and tried and failed every time. I could sadly surmise that she was not altogether happy with me and finding great joy in the arms of another.
She was like a mysterious planet that no one can ever reach or even look at through the largest telescope man could ever build. She was a boat floating over so far over the horizon that she looked like a spec, a piece of dust on the end of the finest pinpoint. A rare bird unlike anyone has seen, yet so shy and reserved that even the caretaker that loves her can't get a moment of attention or warmth or even hear a faint trill of thankfulness...only the blank stare of a feathered mystery.
Everything I ever tried to do for her was lost in the dry, parched wind of her distance, my gestures bouncing off her steel heart. And I tried and tried and failed every time. I could sadly surmise that she was not altogether happy with me and finding great joy in the arms of another.