I waited for her, all night long I stood there waiting. As the crowd dissipated, I was left erect and waiting. I make a promise and I would not break it. I stood until the last form had left the room and I remained. I now wonder if I had left, would she have came? Was it pure expectations that had pushed her to break a promise? Was it the anxiety that came with battle.. in the end was it my fault? For standing up when no one else would, when keeping a promise that was broken before spoken and holding onto a love that had dissolved before created. I could have waited for her for years, I could have loved her for entirety.

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ericjkrause over 11 years ago

Poor guy. Sad story.

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