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[aid] => mick
[title] => End of our story
[time] => 2009-07-02 19:49:45
[hometext] => I will always love him, he was my bestfriend, and my boyfriend, however he caused alot of unwanted drama in my life, and he also had another girlfriend...yet he fought to keep me...tell me what you think.
[bodytext] => In the beginning, i doubted that i'd ever fall in love with you. However as time spun, everything changed, all of a sudden our short little hangouts turned into memories i held dear. Our talks were about tomorrow and what was to become of each of us. Our dreams, ours hopes, our desires were all open for one another to reach and figure out. And even the deepest of our secrets were revealed. It wasn't quite a relationship but you were my bestfriend. When everything finally fell into place though is when everything became revealed. I gave everything in the world to dry your eyes, to make sure you felt nothing but happiness, but in turn i lost myself in every way possible. I lost my own happiness, my desire, my hopes, my dreams, my friends, and my character. And there you were happy as can be. I could never love someone like the way i loved you. And truth is i always will love you. Love doesn't go away, sure it fades, but it's always existent , it's always there. But sometimes caring for someone, loving someone, satisfying someone else, isnt enough. You have to truly be happy, you have to give yourself the love you want and you have to know that you are loved just the same. However, you proved to me that your feelings weren't enough. I needed space and time to move on and everytime you push me closer and closer to the edge. I run, I try to get away and you guilt trip. you beg. But caring will never be enough. No one will ever love you the way i do, or do the things i did for you. No one will compensate for our memories, no one will replace the decent times we've had, and the secrets we have, and most importantly no one will ever be me. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 24 [informant] => poetrygirl1991 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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