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A Different Place...
I wish we had met 20 years ago...A different place, a different timewhen I actually had a chance for you to be mine... Although we cannot changewhat brought us together today,I don't know why it is so hardfor me to think about walking away... From you and from us... despite the obstacles that stand in the wayof our chance to become something more than just yesterday - I believe in love at first siteas silly as it sounds...I never actually realized that that until you came around... With your unmistakable smile,quick wit and flatterylike the devilish look in your eyeswhenever you see me... I know it's real and I know I'm not alonein feeling so stronglythat you'll never be gone... Entirely from my lifeno matter what it takesfor you and me to be togetherI think we'll always make... Up a reason to see each other,an excuse to escape tobe together anywhereany time - we will do What we feel we need to be with one anotherRegardless of how shortour time is together... The quality in momentsbetween you and meis something most peopleonly dream they will see... Once in this lifetime...No matter how latewhen love like ours arrivesIt has to be FATE... I thought I had livedbefore I met youbut the truth is I honestly had no clue... About what love means or how it's supposed to be...I settled for less, for menwho were not good to me. I thank God for youeven if we have to secretly datefor another 20 years...I know it will be worth the wait... Resource Box - © Danielle Hollister (2004) is the Publisher of BellaOnline Quotations Zine - A free newsletter for quote lovers featuring more than 10,000 quotations in dozens of categories like - love, friendship, children, inspiration, success, wisdom, family, life, and many more. Read it online at - http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art8364.asp
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