Waiting

"I would wait until the very end."

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Months pass. A year. Two.

None of my fantasies have played out the way I thought.

She loves another, not me.

She never loved me the way I did her.

That's okay.

I said I'd wait.

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I said I'd wait.

It's time to move on,

Though life is ruthless and continues on,

My love for her must end.

How?

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This is the very end,

Of my love for her.

I wish I could say so with more sincerity,

But for now I'll lie to myself,

And look away,

When he proposes to her.

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Why can't I love again?

I waited too long, lost in my own delusions.

Delusions of love, life, marriage.

I hope she's happy,

Because I'm still waiting.