I often think about what it would be like if none of this ever happened. If we hadn’t met each other, and we continued to live our lives without ever encountering each other. I used to think it'd be easier living without all of this. But then I thought again. You keep me going. You've always believed in me. You were always there when no one else was. You let me run to you. With arms wide open. Even though that's all gone now, I still like to think that you're still there. Because you are. You said so yourself. Just that it will never be the same again.
I guess there's just no such thing as forever.
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