It seems like everyone has that one,
the love of their life,
who they dream about in secret
and yearn endlessly for.
This love is like an eternal flame
burning in their lonely hearts.
Every attempt to escape
brings them right back in.
But the One is in love with another,
the love of their life,
who they dream about in secret
and yearn endlessly for.
This love is a cycle of suffering:
he's in love with him,
but he's in love with her,
but she loves another entirely.
We are not perfect,
and that is okay.
We are sometimes wrong,
and that is only natural.
We're wrong about this.
We have to be.
Otherwise love is a plague,
and relationships are just pretending.
-Zero
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