After many years of loving him, she discovered that she was not even sure her desire was real, and that her longing for the person himself had become a habit she could not break.
Because after such a long time, the memories of the past had taken a dream like quality, and the details she cherished so much, became more and more unreal.
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A Piece Of My Heart: Poetry and More
PoetryFalling in love is a process. So is falling out of it. This collection of mine has been written slowly over the years. It contains not only poems, but little tidbits, snippets from my diary, musings, and philosophies of what love is and of how love...
