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9. never returned yours

I was fanatic for your love,
A desperate hope I knew I'd never attain.
Smitten at the misconception of you-
I was blinded by my one-sidedness, my unrequited.
I'd lose all reason only to pursue you.
Seasons changed, yet I'd stay the same,
Even though loving you never returned yours.
It was an epiphanic moment, sonder yet ephemeral.

































































































































































v o c a b

lxxvi. fanatic: a person motivated by irrational enthusiasm (as for a cause).

lxxvii. smitten: be strongly attracted to someone or something.

lxxviii. misconception: a view or opinion that is incorrect because based on faulty thinking or understanding.

lxxix. epiphanic: a usually sudden manifestation or perception of the essential nature or meaning of something.

lxxx. sonder: the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.

lxxxi. ephemeral: lasting for a very short time.

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