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Answers Before there were others. He thought he loved them but she revealed real to him and in time opened his eyes. Although he said he had, the others he never loved. Never counted, for it was not real.   He was searching for an answer. His answer.  They sat there. Awed at the view.  She at the sight, lost in thought. He at she. Staring in amazement wonder, longing to know her intellectually.  Soul searching her, he continued to gaze.  "You want more out of life, don't you?" he said to her.   The words he said.  The words she always felt but never said herself.  How did he know? How can he see right through her?  Her hiding? Is it because all this time he realized the  realness she made him feel over all the others before? Speechless at his question, she searched in his eyes for an answer.  But he didn't need one.  ~~~ Later He became her answer.  And she became his.   For there became no more searching, just answers. 
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