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It Has Always Been Her You’ve Loved, Not Me
I was just a candle and she was your sun.
I Fell In Love With Your Tortured Soul

You were a storm – a complete and utter chaos. I drowned in your crashing waves.
These Are The Thoughts That Haunt My Mind At Night

It’s a nostalgia, really – remembering things from the past and wanting to experience them all over again. And an irony – knowing that you can’t.