I lie here, unconscious, with tears flowing down my cheeks.
I am unaware of how much they pain me as they roll off and stain my pinafore. Who ever knew that the absence of the heart could be so painful? So lonely? For my mind could not comprehend the hurt.
I'd rather be loved by him one day, then to never have been loved at all.
But this was not my destiny, He was not my betrothed. And so it ends just as it began, as an imaginary love story.
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