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It’s like I’m fighting a huge battle alone. I had a taste of something rare and beautiful with someone more amazing than I could have ever hoped for. And we lost it. Not by our own hands, but by fate, and consequences of “young love”. Here I am, reaching out with my heart and yearning for what was lost. In our hearts it’s still there, that spark, that real love, that bond. There’s an incredible dedication between us, a complete devotion that I hope never fades. We need each other, we always did. I never realized how much I needed him until I met him. Then I realized all the things I wasn’t when I had been without him. We were like two terrified, exhilarated puppies together. Both of us constantly reaching out and wanting affection. I think we both lacked some kind of affection. We both just wanted to be held and hugged and near another human’s warmth. And all we wanted together was just to be near each other, just being held. We never got caught up in all the other physical stuff that happens when people get all heated up together. We never felt any need for it, despite our obvious attractions toward each other. We’re just so gentle with each other, there’s real tenderness there that I think I’ve missed out on in all other relationships I’ve had in the past. You could see how both of us just lit up when we were together. I mean it felt like we were in our own world and no one else could get in there. Everything else seemed so small and blurry. We were on top of the world looking down on everything below us. When I was with him it was like my heart was on fire, just burning and burning and so alive. I felt really alive, not numb and sad anymore. He’s someone I could spend my entire life with, no matter what fate held.. I couldn’t ask for more in another human being. He really is everything to me.