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It wasn't until I knew I would never see you again that I kissed you like it was the last time. When I closed my eyes I wished for that moment to last forever.
For the first time I know what love is, it's letting go.
Posted by Ray Basile on April 06, 2008 in Daily Living | Permalink
April 11, 2008 at 03:40 PM
Hey my first blogging friend, this seems sad and has me in tears, though I don't know exactly what (or who) it's about. I hope you are OK. Sending love.
April 19, 2008 at 09:59 PM
A very profound thought, I will have to come back to this.
April 23, 2008 at 04:41 PM
For me... love is hanging on when you feel like letting go.
December 07, 2009 at 05:37 PM
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