Text: "When I look back, way back, I sometimes think that that particu ar angel of light could have been my second half, if only I'd d ne something to show her my heart; perhaps a gesture, an exchange of friendly words, a compliment, a brush against the shoulder even. Then he saddest four words conjure up in my mind: It might have be Is shyness, timidness, or even the thought of, what if, enough to overrule and outweigh the feeling of regret bore in,"It might have been", that'll follow us to our graves. The struggle is a complicated one, but then again, that's the price and battle of love." Anonymous

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