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[title] => The One That Got Away
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[bodytext] => I loved the sadly taipered moments. I loved the way you gazed at me. I loved the dark and blissful journey. I loved the comfort of your touch. I loved the most romantic night of my life. And you were the reason I loved it. I didn't see how much you meant to me. I didn't understand that I need you. I didn't know then that it was perfect. I didn't realize that it was all so simple. I didn't listen to my heart. And now I hear it louder than ever. I was absorbed in being a social butterfly. I was conceited and caught up in vanity. I was inconsiderate, heartless and selfish. I was wrong when I took you for granted. I was foolish to let us slip away so fast. And now I am so sorry. I could still be holding your hand. I could look into your eyes. I could taste your perfect kiss. I could still stand by your side. I could have had something with you. But could have means in the past. I am usually clear minded. I am normally at ease. I am petrified that you'll no longer want me. I am so worried you'll never come back. I am fond of butterflies. But not when they churn inside my stomach. I have you on my mind. I have obvious and deep regret. I have dreams about you still. I have my priorities straight now. I have a place in my heart for you and you alone. But will I ever have you again? [comments] => 5 [counter] => 203 [topic] => 43 [informant] => liquidsunshine [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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