I loved you, I love you, and I will
It caused me great sorrow when you left. To even ask if I was at fault—with my eyes foolishly set on less important matters—that I failed to recognize your presence even though you took on sheer lengths just for me to notice, is meaningless. The only thing I got a clear glimpse on is my lack of self-worth.
Had I known that you were there, I would have ran as never before, with not a care in the world but for only you, nearer and nearer and nearer, until at last, we come face to face—indeed, my tired legs and sore feet, and even the searing heat of the sun would not matter—and then my lips, trembling, in slow paces, would reach your blessed entirety, savoring sinful sweetness and heaven alike...
But there is no use for wishful thinking. You were gone. I will have to live a life full of regret (for I deserve such a fate), and if by chance the hands of Destiny decide to once again open their clenched fists, I will be here, waiting, and waiting, for you, with bated breath.
Until we meet again, my dear ice cream.
It caused me great sorrow when you left. To even ask if I was at fault—with my eyes foolishly set on less important matters—that I failed to recognize your presence even though you took on sheer lengths just for me to notice, is meaningless. The only thing I got a clear glimpse on is my lack of self-worth.
Had I known that you were there, I would have ran as never before, with not a care in the world but for only you, nearer and nearer and nearer, until at last, we come face to face—indeed, my tired legs and sore feet, and even the searing heat of the sun would not matter—and then my lips, trembling, in slow paces, would reach your blessed entirety, savoring sinful sweetness and heaven alike...
But there is no use for wishful thinking. You were gone. I will have to live a life full of regret (for I deserve such a fate), and if by chance the hands of Destiny decide to once again open their clenched fists, I will be here, waiting, and waiting, for you, with bated breath.
Until we meet again, my dear ice cream.
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