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'Til Death

Ours is the kind that hurts the most. The love where one would give their everything to receive absolutely nothing. To make sure that at the end of the day you have a smile on your face, and contentment in your heart. Evermore I will be the Pip to your Estella, Quasimodo to Esmeralda. And in the shadows I am cast to watch your heart break time and time again. I want to fix it. Heal it and make it whole again. But alas I watch from the distance as the choices you make bring you farther from me than before. And with each passing day, with each change of the leaves I love you more. More than yesterday and not quite as much as tomorrow. My mind paints a picture of perfection every time I dream of you. A Goddess among mortals dancing in the wind. And though my love for you is unrequited, I shall continue to guard you my dear. I promise to be there as long as my heart beats strong and there is breath in my body. For I love you. Now, and forever. Until my death does us part.
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