It occurs to me that this blog is nothing more than a record of a love story, the unending tale of a beating heart. That I have spent the last three years here obsessing, relishing, pining, and dreaming of the same one love, for days and nights on end. For good times and bad, when near or far apart. Every morning I think of it, every night when I lie in bed. I mourn the loss of it, as I rejoice in the slight tremble in my heart everytime I think of returns.
This was never my intention. My intention was to write a story of my life.
It simply turned out that the two
were one and the same.
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