I didn't fall in love with him, I fell in love with his potential. I romanticized his possibilities, instead of what was evidential. I fell in love with who he could be, But not who he actually was. I bargained with empty promises, for his false pretenses of love.
Anonymously Hal 
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WELL-DONE, THOU MASTER POET-! π
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Thank you!!!! I appreciate it!!!
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AND WE APPRECIATE YOU!
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*sigh* to get a re-blogβ¦those were the days! π
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We let ourselves be fool by ilusions…cause we wanna believe their real….besos al vacΓo desde el vacΓo
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So often we fall in love with an idea. Beautifully said Hal.
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Thank you π€π€π€
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Great poem! I was thinking about the same topic not long ago. Your poem is spot on. πππ
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Thank you Cassa π€
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Thank you βΊοΈ
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If this poem were a girl, I know her name. π©΅
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π€π€π€ Glad you can relate
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