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Not the man of my dreams
We met on a Thursday evening on a beach with a glowing fire.
The sparks flew that night only to become as cold as a dead spider.
Once I had hope that what we had would bloom, that it would grow bigger and brighter until it reached the moon.
Yet it seems it was not meant to be.
Merely a week later you broke up with me.
At the time it hurt and I cried for hours but now I rejoice and thank God that it's over.
For I know I deserve better and that boy was not he, the one that would become the man of my dreams.
© julia_writes
The sparks flew that night only to become as cold as a dead spider.
Once I had hope that what we had would bloom, that it would grow bigger and brighter until it reached the moon.
Yet it seems it was not meant to be.
Merely a week later you broke up with me.
At the time it hurt and I cried for hours but now I rejoice and thank God that it's over.
For I know I deserve better and that boy was not he, the one that would become the man of my dreams.
© julia_writes
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