Part Two

To love, or to be, is different.

To love you is to know you,

inside and out.

The perfections and the flaws.

No one else is like you,

and no one else will ever be your substitute.

If fate is cruel,

I will set you free,

even if you have no awareness of my hold on you,

because I cannot admit I love you

if there is no inkling of reciprocating.


I will go on feeling for you.

Because no one else will be you.

No one else.

The End

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