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Somewhere in this world there is a whirlpool that takes all the unrequited love form the hearts of men and women, and transports it to another place. Perhaps it goes to the world of dreams where the impossible has no meaning. Where longings are fulfilled and peace can be found. I would like to believe that somehow it goes to someone who needs it more than I do, but I see too much heartbreak in this life to believe this is true. Where ever it goes, it has just been added to again.
I'm sorry if what I could not help feeling for you has somehow made you uncomfortable. It was never my intent. I said that I would never speak of my love to you, and I have not. Somehow, you knew though, didn't you? Please don't feel bad. It is not your fault. Things are what they are. You cannot help how you feel any more than I can. I will no longer speak to you at all, unless you speak first. I will stay out of your way and make it easy for you to ignore me. It is a role I am all too familiar with. Good luck to you, sweet lady. I will do all that I have said without fail. The only thing I cannot do, no matter how much I might wish it, is stop loving you. I would give you this as well if I could, gladly; but it's just not possible. I do love you, no matter how much it hurts. How I wish the void would swallow me along with my unwanted love. © 1999 by D. Ron Mack Written 5/20/1999 |
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