And after all this time it's clear to me that you were always the one.
I'd let you go and I know that's my fault.
I was betrayed by my new surroundings and curiosity.
The simple need and want of more.
Now many moons have passed yet I still search for you.
You have grown old but you still seem so young in nature.
The same smile, the same style, the same butterflies when I see or hear of you.
You were the one.
And you were perfect.
But I was blinded by selfishness.
And truly it is not you who was wounded
but me.
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