She was my one,
I felt she was,
I knew she was,
But alas not.
Maybe she is my one,
I feel she is,
I know she is,
But alas not.
She will be my one,
I will feel she will,
I will know she will,
But probably, alas not.
Again I’ll reach out for her,
Hoping I’ll find her,
The one to complete me,
Forever alas not.
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You're better off with the inflateable type. At least you can put them in a drawer when they piss you off.
I've lived the sentiment behind your words. When someone is so right but so wrong and you challenge the need within you with the reasoning of your brain........
I know I think most of us have gone through having a grasping heart sometimes. We live in hope, till you find the one, or throw the towel in.
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