Here is a love that lasts forever: the unrequited love, the love with non-closure.
That guy on the street I smiled to, that didn't smile back.
The boy, that when I see his picture, pictures of us, pictures of him and friends, I find myself subconsciously saying "You motherfucker" aloud.
The man that fucks me, but that I make love to.
I am in love with him, and him, and him.
And I can't tell them, because they don't want it. And I hate it.
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"An act of love that fails is just as much a part of the divine life as an act of love that succeeds, for love is measured by fullness, not by reception." - Harold Lokes
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