I lost all chance of you, I did want you. And there won't be another chance. And I hate it. If you're honest, so am I.

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I lost all chance of you, I did want you. And there won't be another chance. And I hate it. If you're honest, so am I.
She glances at his eyes lit with an emotion so frantic, trying desperately to convey that without her there is no world at all.
Breathe in, breathe out. Her scream pulverized her life into fragments, her soul spewed pain.
I'm afraid of her. Here is a dangerous creature whose hunger of love is strong.
I thought that was love.
Consumed by thoughts so badly I ache. I love in a desperate way.
There was no wound, no visible bruise, but the horror of that moment had me in despair.
That strange, slow drift apart creeping and intangible. It's gradual, but you know, the relationship is undead. Tottering forward without warmth, or soul, or pulse.
There's only you, there was no man but you. Maybe that's the problem.
Something about her, she seemed so sure but so sad too. He wanted to know her, and yet, they were strangers never to speak to each other. He couldn't stop staring.