something i created when i felt loved
he, he.
He waited for a longing return.
His hope never tinted to fade.
His heart grew old and so did his eyes.
Slowly but surely the fire in them started to die.
Waiting.
Forever waiting.
For the love of his life to return.
Miracles do happen, yes, indeed. But not today, not to him.
Believing, that he did. Forever
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