The final attack. The most lethal yet.
And I was ambushed too.
The day I could no longer pretend
I never hoped for more.
The day all the signs I chose to ignore
Came to be true, and more.
The day I had a description,
Then a face
Then a name
Then a person
The day I knew there was her.
Can my ability to love like I loved you be taken away, only returning when the time is right?
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