Written on October 18, 2011: 1627hrs
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If I were a car, I must have been parked at a wrong spot. And if I were a dog, I must have been barking up a wrong tree. But I am just a human, and I must have been holding on to the right kind of wrong a little too long. So here I am, moving myself away from the lies I am glad I found out about. Otherwise, I would not have found the truth.
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Love is an appreciation. I found one that I thought would match the way I love. The one who would reach out to touch me when I am near. The one who would long to smell my hair after an afternoon shower. The one who would say love, mean it and never take it back.
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My mistake.
It wasn’t love.
It was something else.
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Questa è Enida 
Love is also a decision.
It absolutely is!