You do what you can. We all do. Don't let secrets build up. Eventually they combine and twist all around each other in a tangled mess.
Now, there are poets and there are people who write poetry. What was it Rilke told that kid? Who cares. My advice? Wear velvet. Lots of velvet. Live life as though romance was right around the corner.
Let's face it- heartache is a small price to pay for the memories of love.
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