Nothing left. . .

And I thought it was love. Our deepest moments spent together. You knew all my secrets, my happiness was you and I was yours. There are moments I will never forget or ones that I choose not to forget. When our hands touched I knew it wasn’t just lust. It was always you and me. We shared everything until there was nothing of ourselves left. . .

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