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He was the man

The truth

The needle in the haystack

I'd been looking for all along

and eventually the one

I let slip back into the pile.

We had dreams and love

only it was more intense than any love

I'd expierinced.

After him, I often question

If maybe the others were just lust

He was all

He excepted me

I had faith in him

If only he could see

that I'd give anything to feel that way again

to be loved by him.

But it's my fault.

I couldn't withstand the test of time

I was impatient

And because of my child-like foolishness

I've lost a part of me

That I will never gain back.

No matter what happens now

there will always be a soft spot in my heart for him

when I think of the mistake I made.

But who knows

maybe it's all for the better.