Triste

I don’t remember how this feels.

To love a man.

To feel a passionate, deep, unconditional connection to someone when you hear their voice.

I was angry once. Foolish.

That doesn’t matter now.

All I know

is that there’s this man.

One amazing,

gorgeous,

passionate

son of a man.

And the sad part is,

by the time I figured out how much I love this man….

He had another woman.

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