There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Sunday, March 18

No matter where you go, there you are.

You walked into the party... like you were walking onto a yacht... lol The day i met you, i was really still sort of blown away that you contacted me in the first place. Then you finally agreed to meet me, we met at my apartment...

I had just gotten out of the shower, and wasn't quite "made up" when you were already here! I am guessing you were excited. I know I was. And even more so when I saw your face light up and smile. I felt relaxed and happy that you were finally here and we were meeting. The conversation flowed like we had known each other a long time. And a lot in common, then the first kiss... sigh... magical! then you left... you commented on something that is now in your possession.

I had to walk away for now. Your not feeling it, or something and I am not taking it well... i could get hurt very easily here, and I am not sure you realize that... yet. I miss your sweet smile but not at the expense of my own and I wander.

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