Love Wasn't Mine
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Love wasn't mine. I didn't own it. I knew nothing of the subject.
I was a poor boy from a poor family. I lived on what I had. I lived on nothing.
I perfected the art of intimidation and thrived on the pain of others. I could have cared less about love.
My mother loved me. I imagine that much, though I wouldn't know. My father loved me. I imagine that, too. I imagine there were sisters and brothers with love to give. But I wouldn't know.
She loved me. She was young and beautiful and she loved me. And she knew love. She found love wherever she went. She was beautiful.
I wish I knew how to love.
A/N: That was random...please review.