In the train I was sitting next to a beautiful girl with a very very sad story. When we stood up to leave the train we looked into each others eyes and smiled. I was in love with her back then. I guess we will never meet again.
Life is infinitely beautiful, sometimes.
-Richard
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March 26th, 2009 at 19:43
It is. And it can only be unfulfilled love that will, in mind, remain perfect.