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All these years I've been looking for an impossible love

originally published on livejournal · abstractambush · November 5, 2006

listening Poe - If You Were Here

mood worried

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Love. Is there a time when it becomes so tired, the façade so empty and tried that it becomes...day is over and night takes hold and words become mutters, not meaning. And is there a point when the simple utterance of the words, "I love you" becomes a perfunctory phrase spat out of duty and not feeling? Is this marriage? Is this time? Is this the grim, unavoidable future? Tell me, I must know: is there hope?