fate play tricks upon us. A woman that I worship now, is one that I would have used and thrown away in my youth. I talk with her, she loves being around me and yet I can not go back. I can not got back and be a youthful version of myself. Life has pronounced reality, and I am old and she is young.
As much as I love being around her, as much as I love our intellectual talks.....I am old and she is young. And the pain goes through everything that is me. And the love that I feel for her makes me want to live. But it hurts in a wonderful way. In such a wonderful way.
BDR

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