All the women I have ever been infatuated with: I’m still in love with each and every one of them, somewhere. In me are all the reasons why, and all I need do is turn the pages of my memory to stir them into bloom. There are some more than others who verily took my heart, and I never ever got all of my heart back, each and every time. Even unrequited, this is so. Most of them never quite knew the meaning behind my gaze, did not want to understand it. I cannot hold it against them, though, for the complexities in comprehending just what we to each other mean are often insurmountable. And yes, they all have ended sadly thus far, but I imagine all I need is one resounding success to turn them all into memories that reflect the joy that life can be. I as yet hope.
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10:11am tuesday, 23rd november
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