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There's this young man that I'm in love with. He thought he was in love with me too. But apparently he wasn't. He went away for college. But now he's back. We go to church together still, and every time I see his face. I need him back. I want his warm embrace, I want the safety of his arms, the gentle passion of his kiss. I want his soft touch that makes me forget everything, and in the least calms me. I thought I had gotten over him, but the minute I saw his face, my eyes came alive again. I could breath. I was terrified but I could breath. As his sent filled my nostrils, I knew that I needed him, but he may never be mine. For our love was destined to fail from the start.