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In the end, you've only managed to pull the trigger first. And yet, knowing full well the consequences, I struck on, hoping that someday my love would fall true. It was my mistake. How was I to know — a man bereft of possessions and purpose — that you — glorious, important, so very very tired — required more than:                     a single glance,                               a sidelong smile,                                         a tender touch,                                                   a silent moment... These things no longer exist, or, at least, if they do, I have no idea how to find them with you.
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Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 7:08 AM UTC
The Perils of Loving in a Modern World
In the end, you've only managed to pull the trigger first. And yet, knowing full well the consequences, I struck on, hoping that someday my love would fall true. It was my mistake. How was I to know — a man bereft of possessions and purpose — that you — glorious, important, so very very tired — required more than:                     a single glance,                               a sidelong smile,                                         a tender touch,                                                   a silent moment... These things no longer exist, or, at least, if they do, I have no idea how to find them with you.
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37/M/Canadian
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 7:08 AM UTC
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