I met a girl once. She had everything she could have ever wanted in life. The sky was lilac, the sun was warm, the moon smiled at her, but she never smiled back. She won the world with her charm and her grace, but she was dimming. She couldn’t have me, and I simply couldn’t let her have me. “You have the world, why would you want me?” I implored, I watched the flowers dance for her. “Who can say I have the world when you are my world and I don’t have you?” she elegantly stared off at the boats on the bay. Oddly enough, it made me want her less. Everything was so beautiful the way it was and I could’ve taken her hand and traveled the world with her.
But I didn’t.
I simply left.
And she learned about the word “unrequited”.
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