I sit here in total darkness, trying to see the words I write.
There is little hope, as I think of what-could-have-been.
The hundreds of "What ifs..." that circle in my head are thoughts of her.
I sit alone, head in my hands, wondering what else I could have done.
Another day, in another way, this is how it's always been.
A heart that pours out love is never allowed to be opened.
No one wished to give it a chance to love.
For happiness is life, and life is love.
Love is what I need from her.
I see her smiling and laughing, as love echoes through my heart.
She is so lovable.
I ask of nothing more than love, yet the question is never answered......
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