Little Manhattan

once upon a time, we really loved each other.
But as… as time went by…there just got to be all these… these things-little things…
stupid things that were left unsaid.
And all these things that were left unsaid
piled up like…
like the clutter in our storage room.
And after awhile…
there was so much that was left unsaid…
that we barely said anything at all.

Love is about going that extra mile, even if it hurts. Letting it all hang out there.
Love is about finding courage inside of you that you didn’t even know it was there.

Love is an ugly-terrible business…practiced by fools.
It’ll trample your heart and leave you bleeding on the floor.
And what does it really get you in the end?
Nothing but a few incredible memories that you can’t ever shake.

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