~A love story that could have been better~

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__         We were neighbors

               when I was sixteen

            and you were eighteen.

I saw you walking pass my house everyday,

             with a bag full of goodies.

    We never really knew each other than

and I never realized those goodies were for me.

   But you never had the courage to talk to me.

            It hurts now that I am eighty

               and you are no more.

But I still love you more than the times you tried.

                                                                                                 Zesi__

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