I don’t know what it is about you. We’ve taken our paths, and our love’s been long unspoken of, but you’re still the only one who could bring me higher than towers, and break me down beyond sorrow and regret’s depths.
You’re my dormant volcano that erupts without mercy.
Men, they play peculiar roles in my life. I love them as brothers, as friends, as lovers. You’re the main character, one who spends not much time before the audience, but when you do, you leave everyone in gasps and sighs, me, my heart in pieces, or more alive than ever.
It’s been so long, and I question why I have still so much. Others, many have auditioned for your part, and they have been amazing, but none nearly as enlightening to my heart as you.
I learn now though that it does not change anything. You’ll forever be the main role, you’ll forever own the stage, even if you’re not on it.
I oath not to forget the adolescent romance, love, memories, I can’t change the fact that everything I said above is true. I realize now that there is no longer a point to what I am writing. Girl wants to move on, boy will always haunt girl, that’s it.
So here she is, walking into the great unknown.
I surrender myself now to the world, to hedonism and insanity.
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