It... amazes me, like people can reach beyond the grave and continue touch our lives, even when we thought it had passed. Now I turn and face what is before me right now, a wonderful gentleman, almost too good to be true... Where can you find a gentleman in a city like mine? Or hope to find someone like him when I have led a life like mine. I'm so unbelievably happy, I couldn't ask for anything more...yet, still so inexplicably sad. I look at a figure of the past out of curiosity, one that was abandoned more than a year ago and I see something that hits me so hard I'm breathless. I saw myself, in those words.
Once. If not just once.
That sadness, it never dies, does it? It sucks as much as it hurts because though hatred never dies either you love someone or you never did. So where am I? Is there still truth to be found in that face of the past I see on the glowing screen before me? Is there?
In any case, Eric is my boy. I wouldn't leave him for anyone. He's what every girl dreams about, I never knew men like him existed nor did I ever think that I would be in love with one. We're fools who have no idea what we're doing...
And its totally ******** awesome.
No lie.
But still... you haunt the back of my mind.
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