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16 September 2016: Lynchburg, VA

There were three women above love. They contained no significance, but passion. Blind, meaningless passion. “I’m being misunderstood,” He’d reason. But I was trying to understand.

There were late nights every day of the week. We’d ignore the truth and watch a sitcom, forcing a laugh here and there. What are we laughing at? I used to fight about it, but the saturation of knowing caused me to be still. I love him though. Unrequited.

Love once supplied contentment, but where has she gone? I’m still here, heart overflowing! Doesn’t a promise last forever? “Or until it’s released,” he kissed me. I believed it. I believed him. From the bottom of his heart, that’s where love belonged.