The tragedy of a lonely heart

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I lie awake dissecting all the moments we had…over and over again with painstaking detail. And for a moment the pain goes and in its place, the love that I so foolishly thought we shared consumes me.

And then I remember. You love her. Not me. Even though I’ve been here from the start. I’ve always been here. Did you not see me standing here all this time?

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