If you give them the chance.

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don't sell your heart,

Monday, February 21, 2011

Her Importance

I thought of her as a friend. An image of a sister, and likewise I am a brother to her. We talked casually. Shared thoughts. She was the best thing that could ever happen to me and I was blinded. And thus it was too late when I figured out that I was in love with her. But then again, she was the one thing I can never have

- Miko

don't say we're not meant to be.