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By sweetness Date: 2002 Mar 24 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.24.15.09.11275]] |
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A flush rose prettily up her face that's the first thing I remember everything after that is a blur. She danced and shimmered and sparkled her way into the fabric of my life so that before and after her were indistinguishable; the moment I met her it was as if I had known her always. And that's thing about loving someone you can't have; pain and heartache can be more enduring than happiness, and longing for what cannot be can keep love alive long after it should be extinguished. If she had loved me back would her memory be colored this hazy, tearful shade that sends me into fits of longing? No, there would be clear, careful, specific things to miss, I would not be left with the agony of memories that never came to be. |