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it was a cold, chilly day in november when she said goodbye. through her many tears, she dejectedly uttered, "nostalgia just isn't enough anymore. i just want to love AND be loved. why is that so difficult to ask?" as he stumbled over his words trying to think of an adequate response, he came to the staggering realization that she was right. he had never really taken the time to love HER. she turned her back on him and began to walk away, each step driving the knife of goodbye deeper into his side.

as she walked away, each step a painful process of denying the very thing she wanted, she knew this couldn't be the end or she might die. she was so in love with him, every inch of who he was, every part of his being...and he had no idea. nor had he cared enough to find out. he was bored with her because she wasn't good at playing hide-and-seek with her feelings. and now her heart was the door prize - turned - doormat.