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By Jane Rain Date: 2017 Oct 18 Comment on this Work [[2017.10.18.11.30.8037]] |
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Today's the day we first met. Nine years gone in the blink of an eye. So many late nights and long talks fade to vague memory. A blur of fishnets and polo shirts. The highest of peaks go hand in hand with the insurmountable depths of valleys. Hindsight seems to be the bane of my existence. We were so young then; still fresh in the ways of love and relationships. How could we have known? What would we have done differently? It amazes me still that no matter what we say, what we do, no matter how wrong we are or how long we're apart our love prevails. For now it's a quiet love, but as always I remain hopeful that it can be heard again. Someday. |