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“The absolute and unconditional love i feel for you. ” That is what he told me – less than a year ago. Absolute and unconditional. “oh….and i’ve decided ur gonna break my heart…..but i’m ok with that.”
Me, break his heart? I would rather break mine a thousand times than break his heart once.
“I’m soooo looking [...]

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when we IM’d on Yahoo, there was a little voice icon that i always used to send him. It said: “Cupid called and he said give me my heart back” and he would laugh and say: “Nope, it’s gone, it is mine and i will never give it back.”
he still has it; except i have [...]

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i carry you in my heart

My favorite e.e. cummings poem which i sent him one day:
 i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you [...]

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It is your birthday today, my love.. and I wonder…
did you
   wake up today, my love,
   intoxicated
   with a night of
   passion?
or did you wake up in
   a drunken haze
     of loneliness?
did you wake up, my love
   your heart aching
   for the warmth of [...]

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I gave him this poem one day – written by by Christopher Brennan (1870-1932), entitled Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her and he was enamoured with it. Pray tell me now,  if I told him that ‘I love you now until I die’.. how can I betray that now? how can I [...]

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time

if only
i could hear that voice
again
again feel the touch
again sense the joy
of when we met.
if only i could…
and yet i know
with time
his face will fade
into the distance
as i try to hold on to
shattered memories
the smile that haunts my dreams
will be
no more
the heart that i
lay my head against
but a faint distant beat..
until it stops
in my mind
with [...]

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i tread gently

i tread gently
on
frail memories
of how we were
and who.
the sound of
capricious laughter
of waterfalls and
enchanted forests
of creaks winding
into nothingness
of dances
in phantom ballrooms
of antique stores
in untrodden lanes,
of an ocean breeze
on glistening hair
of rolling
on the summer grass
or feeling
the casual ocean spray
on our content faces
smelling
the fragrance
of love entwined
touching
the hand
the shadow of a heart
captivating us
eternally.
i tread gently on
frail memories..
but they shatter
still,
while [...]

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i many times thought

I many times thought peace had come
When peace was far away,
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
When far at sea they stay.
And struggle slacker, but to prove,
As hopelessly as I,
That many the fictitious shores
Before the harbor lie.
-  Emily  Dickinson

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