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My heart can not lie and say your are the one. But I can not seem to remember how I got to loving you. So can we please start over ? Can you romance me all over again so I can feel the moment I fell in love with you ? Can you write me poems again so I remember the feeling of losing my breath at the emotions they brought ? Will you whisper those sweet words that held together the shattering glass I had become and through their utterance I could feel your heart ? Can those long late night conversations and phone calls come to life again ? Cause I miss the smile I held while falling asleep and the sense of hope and love you brought to my world of loneliness. Don't misintepret me when I say it all seems to be a distant memory. What I feel is real but A point came in my life where detachment became a way to cope. Even in loving you I was not really there. Perhaps I was running away from the constant pang of unworthiness that my heart beat had become ? The skeletons which kept me up at night ? Or just the mere fear of finding something so real because I tends to "exude the illusions of perfect, yet I fail to commit. I seem to ruin anything good going for me". But give me a chance. Can we start over cause my heart says you're the one.
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Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
Start Over Perhaps ?
My heart can not lie and say your are the one. But I can not seem to remember how I got to loving you. So can we please start over ? Can you romance me all over again so I can feel the moment I fell in love with you ? Can you write me poems again so I remember the feeling of losing my breath at the emotions they brought ? Will you whisper those sweet words that held together the shattering glass I had become and through their utterance I could feel your heart ? Can those long late night conversations and phone calls come to life again ? Cause I miss the smile I held while falling asleep and the sense of hope and love you brought to my world of loneliness. Don't misintepret me when I say it all seems to be a distant memory. What I feel is real but A point came in my life where detachment became a way to cope. Even in loving you I was not really there. Perhaps I was running away from the constant pang of unworthiness that my heart beat had become ? The skeletons which kept me up at night ? Or just the mere fear of finding something so real because I tends to "exude the illusions of perfect, yet I fail to commit. I seem to ruin anything good going for me". But give me a chance. Can we start over cause my heart says you're the one.
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31/F/South African
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
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