dear, dear

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the dearest of my dear. the most beloved. my once heart's delight.

can you believe we were once happy together? I guess i don't know anything about your life now or even who you are, who you've been with, what you're wanting.

who are you?

are you still the same man that tucked my hair behind my ears and held my face in your hands? your fingers put shivers down my spine all the way down to my toes. I remember when we first met, that drunken night. I was flirtatious, I didn't even know what I wanted from you, besides the short attention you were willing to give me. I knew I could have you if I wanted, but time passed and these subversions turned into time together, and eventually, love.

We lost from the beginning, telling each other that we would end things as soon as we graduated. we knew we lost from the beginning, and for what it's worth, I'm glad we did.

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