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He looked at her with so much love.
So much infatuation,
so much awe.
It may have been because I was drunk.
Or maybe heart broken.
Either way it was beautiful to see her stroke her hair; caress her neck. Enjoy her lovliness in every flaw and every virtue. He was beautiful. And she was, consequently. Together they were the perfection of the scene. And all i could do was sit across and stare. Then glance at my own faliure. Slink to the private room and sob in my own residue. For then, there was never a lonier moment.
So much infatuation,
so much awe.
It may have been because I was drunk.
Or maybe heart broken.
Either way it was beautiful to see her stroke her hair; caress her neck. Enjoy her lovliness in every flaw and every virtue. He was beautiful. And she was, consequently. Together they were the perfection of the scene. And all i could do was sit across and stare. Then glance at my own faliure. Slink to the private room and sob in my own residue. For then, there was never a lonier moment.