I sit here thinking of him, it is late on Wednesday night. What is he doing? Probably sitting at home, maybe even thinking of me. Or maybe of someone else. Has anything ever been perfect? So perfect you knew it was fragile, and it fell like dust at your feet. But the heart heals, life goes on. You may never forget, but always forgive. It is the only way to drop, the ties on a person. You cannot force love, it is recipical. Unrequited love is a mix of pain, that hurts only yourself.
Reason for writing:
I am having a rather negative view on someone at the moment
Birth sign: Leo
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