And as the reality sets in I begin to realize I never loved him.
At least not the way I loved you,
Nothing can match the passion and desire I felt for you,
Still feel for you.
No matter how many times I try to delude myself into believing that I have moved on,
It was always you,
It will always be you,
That is the target of my love,
though unrequited it continues.
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