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" 'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes,

sometimes flies;

runs with one,

walks gravely with another;

turns a third into ice,

and sets a fourth in a flame:

it wounds one,

another it kills:

like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment:

it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning;

for there is no force able to resist it. " ~Miguel De Cervantes

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They look at me like I'm broken, like I should be taken somewhere that they could make me good as new. But none of them, not even one of them, understands that I am.

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June 10th, 2:17 PM.

The moment that would repeat in my heart forever.

I watched him walk away.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

In my mind, I'd already run after him- and I was pulling him back to myself, holding him in my arms.

I was crying with all of my heart. I was kissing him with all of my love.

I was never letting him go.

Left.

Right.

Left.

In reality, he was letting go forever.

Turn.

And without another glance my way, he was gone.

Slipped away.

Evermore

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