Giving,my heart, I started something,that I wasn't quire prepared to finish.
Sure, I loved him, but I didn't know how I would compare to the others; whom, came before me.

Then later that week, I attended his younger brother's Soccer game, It was really fun and I learned that his brother was playing Right Forward, The team was composed of three Forwards a Center halfback,, two other halfbacks, three fullbacks and a Goal keep. The game moved , along like any other; until, Emerick, the brother was struck in the face with the ball.. Of course he was stunned,,but there were no serious injuries. I was jut happy that Emerick wasn't injured

Needless to say, we all felt terrible, Maybe, I should have done something,, but I just felt badly for Emerick. Later, as I headed home for supper, 'I realized that I had left the gift that he gave me on his coffee table. It was not until later, that I realized this; but, when I did, I hopped on he phone, with immediacy. I found no solace in just brushing off the whole thing

So, when calling, I smoothly, said that I had left it there, with him. He lovingly said that he wished I had left me there, with hi! Was it an Implication?

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