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May 2020
Today I write with a heaviness in my heart...
The love I thought so dear was someone just playing the part...
The pictures and moments will always stay within my soul.  The arguments nonexistent, no hate only pain.

Sometimes love can evaporate like alcohol on a deep wound.  The sting as harsh as being put into the cold ground.
Unrequited love is the saddest thing to discover when things are not always in our control.
I could not have aimed for higher goal.
I am not perfect and perhaps my thoughts scared you away...  then again life is a learning process where love hurts.
My relationship longest relationship with someone I thought was the love of my life.
Ito
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Ito  Chicago, IL
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