the one that got away

I could never tell her how I really felt. Not the moment I met her, not over the course of years knowing her, and not even now that she’s far away. I could never even admit it to myself. I could never tell her. But that’s the thing, I didn’t have to. She always knew. Women, they always know. You can’t hide a thing from them. Especially this one, you see, words were never necessary here.

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