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Today is not my day. This week is not my week. These feelings are my feelings, but I wish they were unique. Everyone has these feelings of love, pain, and regret. But does everyone feel them the same way, it’s not like it’s genetic. A man can love a woman, with all his heart and soul, but in the end that’s not enough if those feelings are not shown. A woman can love a man until her dying breath, but that love cannot count for something when it is not met, with something just as strong and something just as sweet, love comes in different sizes we all know that to be true. but whether love comes to us it may be fast it may be slow, love has its ups and downs but it just goes to show, how strong someone can be when all else has failed and all others flee. Love cannot be perfect for that is just impossible yet to the one who is in love it is indeed quite plausible. To have a perfect love is in the eyes of the beholder for love comes around and shows us the way, but sometimes we fall short of our happily ever after, just to find out there was another chapter, where the hero is the one you might not see at first but is always there when you need them most. The feelings that show in writings such as these can never truly be matched just like an autumn breeze. You feel the wind and you see it move, but that breeze is different as it brings you new sights and sounds, you may not know it yet but that breeze may take you down, down a different path then what you were on before to find that missing person that is meant to fill a hole, left there by someone who didn’t understand that love cannot be perfect when you do not understand that it has its limitations though few that there might be, love is not always perfect except when you’re with me.
