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I am so... very... confused. *long sigh* Hearts are funny and fickle things, they are. Mine is no different. I have come to realize that. Mine has a soft spot for puppy eyes, cute faces, romance and laughter yet runs at the slightest hint of imperfection (as i've defined it). Irony. I am far from perfect... definitely so. Though i know that this past year has been good healing time for me the loneliness is still there. I run to fill that big empty whole that i have inside and that's my downfall. I run too fast... to and away. I suppose what i'm really looking for is someone to catch me, never let me go, and make me not want to run...