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Infatuation; I'll never forget the day that I met him he was so tall like
an angel, coming charging in on his white horse, no it was a red car. Well
to me I had bright lights in my eyes. I was so infatuated with him, so
smitten with him. Where I'll I could see was him where I took his hand
and held it not physically but mentally in my mind. Where he guided me

along, helping me with his worldly wise ways. I did imagine that he was
an angel shielding me with his wings. Where I felt protected and safe,
and no one was going to tell me different. Even though lot's tried to
but I wouldn't listen I would just tell them that he is special. Which
he still is special to me, I hold him in my heart. He is my best friend,
through and through and still my infatuation.
Although now my infatuation has somewhat come down from the cloud that
I put him upon. In the beginning he was my imagination, but nowhe is very
much real to me, and I know that he will be there in my heart. When he's
not around I still see him in my mind's eye, but try not to put him so high on a pedistal. I'm
being a bit more realistic, but he's still very much apart of me. Where
I've learnt to let things go a little, learnt to let things be. When the
infatuation lifts off then that's when the reality of it settles in. It's
when you climb down from that mountain, but then he's still there. Now I
hold a different feeling of fondness, a friendship, a bond that no one
can come between.

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