Not forgotten

I realized that nearly all my writing seems to be about relationships...but only one really is. The rest are just seemingly so.

 

And I would cry, pray that I would never end up of those that were there and moved on. Because I loved true and meant it when I said that you were something, and not just for the moment.

 

I can't be there anymore because we can't assume I have anything to do with you, anymore, or you with me. So much has gone on beyond that we would only ruin the memory. But I still think of you, because a part of me is of you.  

 

Though I may never have the chance to say, I love you. We don't know each other, nor will we. But I love you.

 

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[Bauner Chafin]

Beautiful.