"Its's rather pathetic, really. . ."
Her eyes flickered.
"What is?"
"That I used to believe I knew what love was"- He paused, cracking his knuckles slowly. "But now I can look back and see, I didn't have a hell of a clue was love really was."
~alone at night once again
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Random"It played out so perfectly, so full, so wonderous... but then I woke up". ~~~~ "The blade of imagination is a force to be reckoned with"~~~~ Somewhat insignificant rambles~ Also called "poetry" I suppose
