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Why does it still hurt, why has it not left me. Has my immortal soul been wounded? Or is it just my pride. I shall never know. But all I know is that it hurts. Not a physical pain but a one of the heart. Tears forever brim on my eye, obscuring my vision and the hazy blur comforts me in a way. Because I know it is real the pain I feel. My heart yearns for his love to come back.To heal my broken heart, to heal my fractured soul. Does he not hurt as well? Does he ignore it? Or does he not feel it? I shall never know. What is love but a sickness of the soul. The soul but an idea of immortalism. The heart but an organ beating to pump blood around my body.
I miss him.