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COR FORTE · 07-05-2017, 08:40 PM

Has it really been almost two years since I posted...wow...I've logged in only twice in the last two years....

Life changes - you either change with it or you get left behind - but that doesn't mean scars don't remain - and that even after so long a time - the heart still doesn't hurt and misses - for something you now realize after so many years - was just an illusion...

So, you pick yourself up - you dust yourself off - and try as best you can to put your heart back in your chest - sigh deeply and plunge on ahead with life...because the alternative is not good either.

So - I choose even after all this time...to hope that there really is a such a thing called "true" love - that it isn't an illusion...so, I whisper up to the night sky on this warm July night...to the wind and the stars and the moon and to anyone who might hear....

I still believe...in the hope of possibilities and things yet to come...and with, perhaps an even deeper sigh in remembrance of what once was, that exists no longer...

07-05-2017, 08:40 PM	#1330
COR FORTE Junior Member How Do You Identify?: FTM Preferred Pronoun?: Male Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Oct 2013 Location: CT Posts: 93 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 353 Thanked 264 Times in 79 Posts Rep Power: 3600108	Has it really been... Has it really been almost two years since I posted...wow...I've logged in only twice in the last two years.... Life changes - you either change with it or you get left behind - but that doesn't mean scars don't remain - and that even after so long a time - the heart still doesn't hurt and misses - for something you now realize after so many years - was just an illusion... So, you pick yourself up - you dust yourself off - and try as best you can to put your heart back in your chest - sigh deeply and plunge on ahead with life...because the alternative is not good either. So - I choose even after all this time...to hope that there really is a such a thing called "true" love - that it isn't an illusion...so, I whisper up to the night sky on this warm July night...to the wind and the stars and the moon and to anyone who might hear.... I still believe...in the hope of possibilities and things yet to come...and with, perhaps an even deeper sigh in remembrance of what once was, that exists no longer...