The most beautiful parts of loving someone always happen at the start and at the end. The first time your reality jolts along with your heart when your eyes meet. The first time sex changes into love. The moment your heart breaks into a goodbye. Aren’t these memories what are always etched in your mind?
Strange then that situationships and ghosting have become standard. What a loss. Skipping the transformative transitions and opting just for the middle messy bit.
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