oh, she's still beautiful the way she was. She's always beautiful to me.
People said the later love is always felt better than the previous, every love is a unique experience but the later IS felt better. I believe that. I know that. I've been there I've done that. But let me add. Sometimes the journey ends. Sometimes going farther is only to keep reminding you how you miss home.
My journey ends. My love has reached its peak somewhere between years ago. No matter how many women came after her, prettier, smarter, sexier, richer, nicer, and all and every -er you name it. But my feeling could no longer go deeper.
It ends somewhere between years ago. Now I miss home. She's the only one I miss.
Only that she doesn't understand. She's my forever beauty.
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