The Love That Can Never Be
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By:
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kirkie8
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Mood:
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Lonely
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Date:
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Mar 09, 2013
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Music:
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My
Dear
Special
Guy, There
is
no
poem
or
song
or
letter
that
could
fully
describe
our
special
time
together.
In
fact,
I’ve
been
staring
at
this
cursor
for
ages
and
nothing
seems
to
come
up.
Well
actually
I
have
millions
of
things
to
say
but
could
not
figure
out
where
to
start.
Let
me
do
this
the
simplest
way,
chronologically. The
moment
I
saw
a
glimpse
of
your
golden
hair,
I
felt
like
thousands
of
needles
were
prickling
my
chest
and
could
not
hold
my
excitement.
Your
face
were
surprisingly
fresh
for
someone
who
had
no
sleep
nor
food,
and
someone
who
have
witnessed
filthy
snort
rockets
fired
inches
away
from
his
shoes.
It
was
divine
to
see
your
eyes
twinkle
as
you
smiled
the
first
time
towards
me
just
before
you
gave
me
a
huge
hug.
It
was
a
day
I
thought
would
never
happen
since
that
day
I
sent
you
off
after
our
two
day
adventure.
The
joy
of
seeing
you
again
is
beyond
words. From
that
day
on,
we’ve
been
inseparable.
Well,
except
for
the
hours
you
spent
in
the
toilet
and
me
in
the
kitchen.
Oh
how
I
love
cooking
for
you.
I
love
the
smile
on
your
face
and
the
kisses
you
give
me
every
single
time
I
come
up
with
a
tray
of
food.
It’s
like
having
an
adorable
puppy
up
in
my
veranda
that’d
bark
ever
so
sweetly
and
wiggle
his
tail
every
time
I
come
up
with
food.
Sorry
for
the
metaphor,
I
just
can’t
describe
it
better
than
that.
And
our
sit-smoke-and-chat
is
the
most
romantic
part
of
the
evening.
Or
rather
the
most
explicit
segment
of
the
show
since
we’ve
became
the
local
soft-core
gay
show
airing
every
after
dark
and
before
noon.
The
dry
humping
and
gayest
kisses
ever
shown
in
that
simple
town.
Poor
folks.
I
can
only
imagine
the
relief
in
the
mother’s
and
father’s
faces
when
we
left
town.
How
safe
they
must
feel
again
about
their
children.
But
who
gives
a
f*ck
about
what
they
feel,
we
were
happy.
We’d
sit
so
comfortably
legs
twisted
together
in
the
most
awkward
way
while
we
light
each
other’s
cigarettes.
You’d
torture
me
with
your
hilarious
stories
and
impersonations.
You
make
me
laugh
so
easily
and
without
a
break.
No
wonder
my
father
had
to
shut
us
up
every
night
and
remind
us
about
the
sleeping
neighbors.
These
not
stop
nightly
chats
even
made
my
mother
question
how
we
seem
to
never
run
out
of
things
to
talk
about.
Then
she’d
occasionally
remind
her
dear
daughter
that
you
would
leave
soon
and
make
me
sad.
She’d
then
ask
for
a
grand-daughter,
specifically
with
blond
hair
and
blue
eyes
just
like
yours.
How
lovely
to
have
a
mixed
race
baby
girl.
Then
I’d
wake
her
up
from
her
fantasy
and
remind
her
that
I’m
a
man.
But
we
did
entertain
the
idea
and
bought
a
pregnancy
test
to
be
sure.
It
was
negative.
How
sad. Though
we
can’t
really
expect
that
either
of
us
could
be
pregnant
since
we
both
had
issues
with
our
Whoo
Hooo
since
day
one
and
only
at
the
last
week
did
I
start
feeling
better
down
there.
Oh
I
could
never
forget
how
creative
we
were
on
finding
alternatives
to
do
the
deed.
I
would
not
be
surprised
if
I’d
end
up
with
ear
infection
if
my
problem
down
there
never
went
away.
We
would
have
definitely
tried
it. Everything
went
well
enough,
at
least
not
worse
than
you
being
quiet
and
giving
me
a
stern
look
and
a
nasty
comment
and
finally
scowls
a
demeaning
demand
for
reassurance
once
in
a
while.
In
my
opinion
I
dealt
your
occasional
grumpiness
impressively.
You
must
admit
that.
Perhaps
it
was
my
charming
smile
and
cute
firm
arse.
I
was
like
the
beautiful
maiden
who
tames
the
giant.
Metaphor
alert! I
will
never
forget
you.
Here’s
a
list
of
things
and
people
I
will
always
associate
with
you: My
Veranda Cooking
(Slavery) Bloody
Arse Alan
Rickman Department
store
sales
ladies
and
flight
stewardess
(Silent
Hill) Skinny
Dipping
at
the
beach My
mom’s
salads Fish
head Sun
blocks Solitaire
and
Brandy All
about
Ireland Above
all
these
“sleeping”
would
remind
me
of
you
most
because
I’ve
never
slept
so
easily
with
another
human
being
aside
from
you. Despite
all
the
romance
between
us
I
know
my
bounds.
I
have
accepted
from
the
start
that
this
will
not
last
long.
It’s
like
a
shooting
star
in
the
starry
sky.
Like
a
fleeting
beauty
that
will
never
last.
One
can
only
enjoy
these
seconds
of
bliss
and
accept
its
impending
end.
I
shall
not
regret
the
times
we
spent
together.
Although
I
know
that
I
am
not
the
only
guy
you
call
honey
or
baby.
Nor
will
I
entertain
the
dilution
that
we
are
exclusive
and
there
are
no
other
guys
you
shared
the
same
special
moments
with.
I
am
not
the
only
guy
you
send
sweet
and
naughty
messages
to.
I
understand
the
nature
of
the
situation.
You
did
not
break
my
heart,
rather,
you
mended
it. But
like
anything
amazing
this
had
to
end.
You
had
to
leave.
I
had
to
kiss
you
goodbye.
My
silence
could
only
convey
the
million
things
running
through
my
head.
Will
I
ever
see
him
again?
Will
he
remember
me?
What
relation
will
we
have
when
he
leaves?
Will
we
stay
friends?
To…
Did
we
leave
something
important
at
home?
How
quiet
will
it
be
without
him?
What
will
I
tell
my
mom
about
the
grand
kid
she
asks
from
me?
I
can
write
a
thousand
more
questions
after
this
but
it
will
be
pointless
to
be
trapped
in
the
past.
I
had
to
move
on. You
will
stay
special
in
my
heart
forever.
I
will
never
forget
you.
I
love
you.
If
not
how
one
loves
his
partner
then
how
one
loves
a
dear
friend. Your
Friend
from
across
the
world, Me
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