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Apr 2016
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I still remember the first time you said you loved me.
even if it wasn't true, it was the softest, most sincere voice i could ever imagine.
Seemed to right in the world, and for the first time in my life,
i did not hate myself, for the first time, i saw a future worth living.
Fast-forward to 1 month later and the sound of my name brings you sickness.
Maybe i was too loving, but only because you deserved to be treated so. the only thing i had ever wanted to live for, now dust in the wind.
We were far from perfect. But every single inch of your naked skin seemed to compliment my empty soul.
You say it was i that saved you. But it was you, my little superwoman, that saved me...
And now I sit here, thinking about our potential trips to Hawaii, or the hotel room i bought for us to surprise you before we ended. Alone, longing for just one more day with my first love, promising that we'll get through it together, and that once again, i can be whole again.
Written by
Andrew Ayala  California
(California)   
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