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A memory of you and me

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Looking back at us years ago is like travelling in a dream that once came into reality. Look at us now, are we going somewhere or nowhere at all.
I love you more than you know. Each year of waiting that passes hurts me in some ways. It is hard to know the truth beneath those words and promises. I'd like to believe them and hold to them. But the more I wait, the more I doubt if you really wanted to be with me.
I just want the truth no matter how it hurts. The truth is more comforting to me at this stage.
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