In Uncategorized on April 14, 2011 at 1:13 am

I’m trying to muster up the nerve to tell you my life story. My infatuation from the past steadily creeps back into my psyche. This leads me to believe in fantasy. The love turns into lust. The lust hurts us both. Not only do I seek understanding of you, I look to myself for why I am doing this in the first place. Could it be? The love is just that strong that it transcends so eagerly from once was to present. However we end up. I know you were my first and true. I too am yours. The time in which we cling had been vital. Any sooner and hearts break. Any later and nothing develops. Perfection does exist.


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