Too high.

We always seem to get into this mad situation,

where there are two ends, and it’s a test.

But when I asked you to leave, I really wished you wouldn’t go.

When I told you I really loved you, I wished you’d love me too.

And my fantasy told me everything would be unconditional …

You were my greatest, my first, my everything.

I’d marry you here and now, if only you’d know.

I guess I held my hopes too high.

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