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Mar 2014
I'm still imagining the day you show up at my door. Will you have flowers in your hand, or tears in your eyes, how about an apology on you lips? How about I miss you, I love you, I never should have left.
I like to think that I would tell you it's too late, I've moved on, you lost your chance. But I would probably open my arms and hold you tighter than I ever have. I would say I know, I love you, please don't ever leave me again.
Because the truth is love never goes away. It hides for a while to help your heart, your pride, you. But love always finds it's way back.
I'm still imagining the day you show up at my door, it will be the day you finally realize that you've always loved me.
Hazelle
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