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The Love

My pulse changed when I saw her.
I could feel the connection.
I started to love her.

Months went by.
Nothing has changed.
Neither did my love for her.

I wanted to convey my love to her.
I tensed up.
I screwed all the chances I had.

She is far away.
I can’t say anything.
I can’t connect.
I don’t have a chance.

My love for her is still alive;
killing me every moment I remembered her.

Can I get one more chance?

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