I had such a long
slow love story.
I'm not sure if it was love or not, but it certainly felt like it. We don't really know each other that well. We can't really talk about what I know about him, but he knows all about me. There are so many things I wish I could tell him about me, things that aren't true and things I hope aren't true.
And the thing I don't know about him is whether or not he loves me.
If he loves me at all.
That's all it is, though... something is going on in his head that is driving him so crazy he can't function normally most of the time. And if they love you they should do better than this
but I still feel so sad and disappointed in him.
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End of Rush Anthology
PoetryHave you ever felt so distracted by work that you had no time to enjoy your life? You've found that every day is a blur of deadlines and stress. Every evening you come home exhausted and ready to collapse, but still have to suffer through more work...
