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from the moment I knew I was going to meet her I had an inkling it would be special but sitting next to that blonde equestrian who had learned to hate horses and learning about her plans to go on an ayahuasca trip entranced by her wonder and amazement I fed her curiosity and watched her glow but over the course of some years little bits of my heart got caught up in the moments we shared and something of myself was missing without her but it was then she made herself scarce and it took me a long time to realize she didn't want to give up any more of her heart to me but we never got back what we gave up and never will apart as now that part of ourselves only exists in the other and whereas I would gladly loose myself entirely I fear that could be a one way street and maybe so does she