god if i could only count the times ive been here. and no matter how familar, the pain always found a different way to break my heart. i know that my love isnt as easy given as it is taken advantage of. beautiful poem, it brought back many memories, even the painful ones, are essential to remember sometimes. you can do better, after many heartaches, i have found the one, and trust me yours is out there.
Good job, Genea. Glad to know this is but a memory. Without life and everything that comes with it, we'd be a dull bunch of poets, well, except, of course, for certain folk out there who like fruit, and sheep.