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Happy 6 months, dear solitude.

Sometimes I try to remember, something I do often, faced with the silent memory of your brown eyes against my blushing, foolishly rouged cheeks. I still remember how you looked at other people's stained lips while my lips looked at yours with silent hunger.

You are not to blame, nor am I to blame... neither is anyone to blame for this catastrophe. The fault lies with time and our worlds, worlds that refused to accept a bridge or a time of peace... they simply fought fiercely like the neck of a cliff being battered against raging waves.

I love you dear...  :'(