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I love the idea of falling in love, I fall in and
out of love with sublime ideas and lovely
music, words and songs, with beautiful
objects and charming theories
I love books, fictional characters and lyrical
authors, I adore Charlotte Brontë and Jane
Austen, Paul Gallico, Lewis Carrol, Hans
Christian Andersen and Terry Pratchett
I love family and people who love the things
I love, I cry when I lose enchanted objects
or beloved people, cry about losing you to
a new lifestyle that takes you away
From my little world of subjective fantasy, I
know you lead a big life with grand emotions
I am glad you found new love with beautiful
people who fulfil your dreams
Losing you to happiness means I should be
delighted with your good fortune – yet since
it means losing your presence, it is a sacrifice
that costs me a lot – I must learn
To live lonely again, I have forgotten how deep
the pain goes of not confiding in anyone, of
not sharing my strange ideas, trusting you
will remember you can lean on me
In times of need…
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