Past-The-Apathy

I have a habit of holding on to ghosts. I think what I want the most is to solve the mystery behind them. If lovers came in genres then mystery would be my favorite. Human complexity confuses me into a fit of adoration. But then part of me stands to disagree. That the real blood rush here is the chase itself not the characters. True, I've never cried over a lost infatuation. Which sounds strange to me when I've been the shoulder that others have cried on for that same reason. I've felt empty, hurt, you name it but I've never cried. I've even tried. So maybe the hurt was loosing the blood rush, that it was exactly a hurt but a symptom of withd

"But I'm trying to save you From all of the things that I'll probably say or do I'm a martyr for my love for you." Somehow I appreciate what happened. I guess I appreciate the honesty. It's worth it just to know where we stand. So I'm happy. I'm happy being friends. Everything happened so fast anyway. Now I can remove this mask again and open my eyes. At least for a while. I'm sure I'll fall again. I always do. Ole faithful. =]

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