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Love. . .The quicksand of the real world. Once you are in it, no matter how hard you try to get out, you only sink further in it. Sand fills your lungs and you die; A slow painful death. Which then tells you, maybe you shouldn't have been walking in the desert of romance.

I want the pain to stop. . .
-Jacob

Regardless of everything, I still love her and I still want to be with her. But not at the expense of my own well-being. All she has to do is tell me that she loves me and wants me to stay, and it will be. Yes, the choice to leave is mine, however she has a heavy influence on the decission that I make. Time is running out, if there is love, then say so and I shall be yours.
-Jacob "The Hopeless Romantic"