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She is always there. I never have to ask. She never questions. I do not always know what to say. She is always there. She is always there. I never know how to fully let it out. She never pries. I do not understand how it got to this point. She is always there. She is always there. I will never have her again the way that I need her. She never abuses my heart. I need her more and more. She is always there. She is always there. I will never understand why my heart beckons for her. She never squeezes although she has a firm grip on me. She is always there. I have never had to ask her for anything. I have never had to hide any part of who I am from her. I have never wanted to let her go again like I did foolishly so long ago. I have never wished for anyone to be the one harder than I have wished for her. I have continued to dream of her. I have continued to breathe the same air she breathes. I have continued to love her when I know things will likely never reach that point again. I have continued and continued and have not let go of my hope for what could be for one simple reason... She. Is. Always. There.
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Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
She is always there.
She is always there. I never have to ask. She never questions. I do not always know what to say. She is always there. She is always there. I never know how to fully let it out. She never pries. I do not understand how it got to this point. She is always there. She is always there. I will never have her again the way that I need her. She never abuses my heart. I need her more and more. She is always there. She is always there. I will never understand why my heart beckons for her. She never squeezes although she has a firm grip on me. She is always there. I have never had to ask her for anything. I have never had to hide any part of who I am from her. I have never wanted to let her go again like I did foolishly so long ago. I have never wished for anyone to be the one harder than I have wished for her. I have continued to dream of her. I have continued to breathe the same air she breathes. I have continued to love her when I know things will likely never reach that point again. I have continued and continued and have not let go of my hope for what could be for one simple reason... She. Is. Always. There.
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Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
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