She turned around and walked away, and I watched her go, unable to do anything but wish. I wished she could be mine, that I could chase after her and stay with her forever. But that wasn’t possible. Every step she took away hurt me, it was a deep, searing pain that left bleeding scars long after the initial feeling. My heart cracked and I raised my hand to touch her – but she was so far away now, not knowing how much I loved her.
Maybe if things were different, we could be together. She didn’t love me, but if things were different, I could tell her. I could tell her how much I love her,...
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