So. The day after Valentine's Day seems to be worse that the actual day itself. This V day was the first in a long time when i had no one to share it with. The day after is just a sorrowful reminder of past Valentine's days. Looking at the moon last night reminded me of one specific love that has been just beyond my grasp for a long time now.
A beauty that only the greatest romantics can describe. I've spent many a night lying awake thinking of the one whom the moon reminds me and dream that she thinks the same of me. Oh how i wish that it were so or that in someone way i could convey my feelings to the untouchable, unreachable, unforgettable moon. My moon. My sweetest desire. My unattainable Valentine.
FOREVER ALONE
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ReplyDeleteAWWWWW. Buck up soldier, wallowing in self-pity isn't going to bring her back. If I were you, I'd go find a common slam pig to take her off your mind.
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