I marvel at the wonder of it in our souless age. Fast flow the tears upon the page. Don't be alarmed I am her friend. Will I be excused if I presume. It's more than disappointment that we share. You share the same sorry life the families fight. that unhappy blade you both invite. This romantic ideal has a lonely appeal. I once loved someone the way that you do. But I had to let her go. I live with my regret.