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This story goes as follows back when I was 19 a hot boy my vision it was hollow she was 17 the sweetest girl that I ever met, we wrote each other poetry but she never knew the real me or rather the me who I was when I wasn't with her how I was drowning in sin slowly trying to clean up my mess like a swiffer but despite the street life I was never the type to mistreat any woman so I choose to break it off....a few months later I got knocked off and the whole time I was down I was trying to get back what I had lost...the sweetest girl I ever knew I dropped her off because the street life came before her so emotionally I was singing the blues, trying to find her, I went to places where we met and hung out @ hoping to find the one that was so right for me but I was the one who went left now I'm a wreck...so I let it go. I always told myself if we met up again I would told her what happened to me and its 8yrs later she's single so am I and her feelings haven't changed for me, feels like a movie right it has to end in an happily ever after we spent some time together and I know now no other woman could make me feel how she does new chapter and no other woman matters...long story short we're taking it one day @ a time and I no longer have to wonder or day dream what if she was mine true story.