Another Love
The day I met you,
I became immediately attached.
That never happens,
but you made it happen,
and I fell in love with you.
You returned the feeling,
it made me so happy.
You chose her.
Why? Why did it have to be her?
I gave you everything,
yet it was her you chose.
I loved you, but you have another love.
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