I’m conflicted about whether I love Stephanie. Part of that is whether I actually know her or the deeper question of whether I have ever known her. She can’t stand that she is the object of my affection. Her absence has increased my physical attraction to her. We always want what we can’t have. What I can have is conversations in text. We spent several hours in one of those conversations tonight. She will still give me her time and I love her for that as far as it goes. Maybe I’ll figure out who she is one of these days. It’s too late already though. You don’t know what you’ve got until it is gone.
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