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Same sky

I am infatuated with her.

It is an utterly futile, forlorn, hopeless, foolish, insane, fruitless, delusional, mindless, childish, senseless, vain and completely pointless infatuation.

I should shake my head, shrug my shoulders, button my coat and act like the grown up that I am.

And yet, wanting no more from her than she would ever be prepared to give, I am strangely content.

I am happy knowing she exists beneath the same sky.


Posted by on May 17, 2012 in Lovers Past


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