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[bodytext] => I’m probably too late. I’m sure your well over it by now. Maybe thats a good thing. Maybe sad things happen for a reason. Many things happened to us. We ended as we began. Strangers walking without holding hands. I wish I could make this all better. Write everything down and mail it off to you in a last love letter. If it would help, I would do whatever. Wanting you all for myself in the worst way. The first time I saw you, I knew I needed to stay. Just being near you, you made me smile, and helped me push the tears away. Thank you, for allowing me into your life. You resisted. You had no interest. I was an afterthought. A friend, an acquaintance. Into your heart I would never be accepted. I tempted, fate. I waited, until I could no longer wait. I hated, being separate, with every fleeting moment, togetherness being wasted. I talked about you to friends. Confessed my feelings to a few. But they all knew, from the way I stared at you, that I was numb inside, that you had me captivated, stolen my pride. Praying that somehow our tiny worlds would collide. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Dreamed of us, in love, with lust. Fingers entwined. Leaving the past behind. Kissing in the park. Sleeping next to me. Whispering in the dark. Telling me your secrets. Confiding in me your soul. Preparing for your climatic touch. And then we wrestled with our thumbs. Hugged, an embrace like none. Standing there in the cold, so close, as one. Your head on my chest as I smelled your hair. Stood and watched, until your rode off, and were no longer there. Gone. Again. Already missing you, I daydreamed about the next time we would meet. The first kiss left an aftertaste of something so bittersweet. Your face etched in my dreams. Our nights seared into my conscious stream. Memories of you, I will always keep. Your smile is missed most. Your contagious laugh. And, of course, your coveted toes. Your gentle fingers. Your soft lips, and your untouchable nose. Your every word. You were, to me, as beautiful as classic beauty goes. ________________ _________ [comments] => 2 [counter] => 236 [topic] => 43 [informant] => jyssvw22 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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