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Friday, May 11, 2012

And.

And when everything is over, they'll tell you that I loved you, like nobody has or did or will or can and you'll nod curtly for you know it already and don't like your intelligence being doubted by being told the obvious.
And when everything is done for, they'll tell you just how much I loved you, in a measurable and defined quantity and you'll pause, just for a second, because that quantity is large enough to engulf your existence - it's what engulfed my existence, and it's immensity you never exactly knew or imagined.

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