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I am not a hopeless romantic. I don’t hope for romance. I don’t really hope for anything. Just me, myself and I and if someone else comes along, that’s fine.

And sometimes being in love is not enough to make it work.

I no longer feel him in the air so who knows if he still lingers here.

he moved frolicked danced in the distance and as his eyes glistened i wrote his mouth moves hands sway aside they land upon my chest and he grooves his heart twirls scared of the dark but the sun listened through mounta…

Sure, he might not have been perfect, but if I thought he was, isn’t that all that matters?

I love you, but there will be a dozen more too.

I was afraid of falling, but more so of us having futures instead of a future.

reminiscing the fists your grasp my skin the touch our feelings thoughts how we loved without words just emotions and air truth

Regardless, step back and appreciate how lovely the little things were.

It’s not that I cry because I miss him, its because I know our paths won’t cross for another thousand years or so.