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I thought I met HIM. The big dream of a man. Supposedly Godly. He broke up with me, but still I waited for him for a year. Perhaps I had a hope of us getting together for longer than that. I still think of him at times. Sometimes with relief, sometimes with grief and sometimes with love.
When is it time to give up praying and waiting? When to move on? Some are easy to get over and you see it clearly wasn't meant to be. Some are just always going to be there as a dream or a hope.
And then. How do you recognize love? How do you know that this is it, when you have been burnt and hurt earlier?
When is it time to give up praying and waiting? When to move on? Some are easy to get over and you see it clearly wasn't meant to be. Some are just always going to be there as a dream or a hope.
And then. How do you recognize love? How do you know that this is it, when you have been burnt and hurt earlier?