Some people like change. I just wish it could be the same. Some people say they need strange. I never worried about that. I was happy the way it once was. We never had a whole lot in common. But we loved each other, just because. I was happier then, than I've ever been. I let things go, and missed the signs. Had I realized then, what I've come to understand now. Maybe, there was a chance. . None of that matters anyhow. Not to anyone else, not now. I'm the only one who still cares I guess. Who still wishes, we were back together... again. It matters to me, but I can't do it alone. I found some cards the other day. Cards she bought me, birthdays, anniversaries, xmas, and valentine's day. I saved them all. They were signed Love, and I checked, there were no expiration dates. I thought we'd grow older together. All those cards, signed Love... now I don't even know, just what to do with them. I still think true love exists. I've heard the stories. It seems so simple, watching others go by. Laughing, smiling, strolling... hand in hand. I thought we had it, but I was wrong somehow. If I had a chance again... I'm sure I could do better, then. . I wouldn't be alone now. I'd be sitting with her, at home, we'd be making it work...somehow.
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