Twenty years down the road. She's an old lady now. Oh, she's beautiful. Elegant. She's an old lady, though. It's all measured in years. She is mindlessly perusing a love quiz.
"Were you ever adored?"
Here's your opportunity. Oh, you're not in the picture. You were never in the picture, really. Well, maybe there was that moment, but even that moment was mostly your imagination.
Let's face it- you never offerd anything. You never had anything to offer. Whatever you might have had was squandered long before she existed in your sliver of life.
Was she everything simply because there was nothing else there? I can't say. I don't think so. I've had a life with everything already.
She doesn't answer the question, not even to herself. She smiles, though. It was always that smile.
Let's face it- you never offerd anything. You never had anything to offer. Whatever you might have had was squandered long before she existed in your sliver of life.
Was she everything simply because there was nothing else there? I can't say. I don't think so. I've had a life with everything already.
She doesn't answer the question, not even to herself. She smiles, though. It was always that smile.
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