You cannot love me.
Yet you love her.
O how sweet the memory.
Until you’re just a dream about another person with another life without me and just her and you.
I know you don’t love me like that and you will probably never get to know me, but I did love you at a very wrong time and that was when nothing seemed to fit on my life.
I was wishing you would love me.
But I was always wrong.
And now my loneliness has receded to lost and never found.
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