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*Forgive me. Forgive me, sweetie, when I made it seem like I was alright after the separation; after the crossroads where our paths split in directions that led Us further apart when once we were inseparable; our hearts and hands intertwined in love and in hope. For as of now, it is over. And I could never remember You, nor Your Love, as something that did not put a smile on my face as soon as I wake up, and as I fall asleep. I cherished every day of Us as if each day might be The Last. That's why I always, always tell you that I Love You whenever I had the chance. I read somewhere that the only things that you leave for tomorrow are the things you're okay dying having left undone, and I wanted to spend every moment of You as something magical. For the time I had with You was our own little infinity. I was lost, and You found me. I was difficult, yet You refused to give up. And for that, I would rather spare You from the guilt, and the grief, and the Loss of what You once had, Because I still have it. Even though we're no longer together, it doesn't mean the caring, and the concern, and the corny jokes that we both somehow find hilarious have to end. **Wyrda brought us together for a reason, Love. And I'm happy that it did.***
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
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*Forgive me. Forgive me, sweetie, when I made it seem like I was alright after the separation; after the crossroads where our paths split in directions that led Us further apart when once we were inseparable; our hearts and hands intertwined in love and in hope. For as of now, it is over. And I could never remember You, nor Your Love, as something that did not put a smile on my face as soon as I wake up, and as I fall asleep. I cherished every day of Us as if each day might be The Last. That's why I always, always tell you that I Love You whenever I had the chance. I read somewhere that the only things that you leave for tomorrow are the things you're okay dying having left undone, and I wanted to spend every moment of You as something magical. For the time I had with You was our own little infinity. I was lost, and You found me. I was difficult, yet You refused to give up. And for that, I would rather spare You from the guilt, and the grief, and the Loss of what You once had, Because I still have it. Even though we're no longer together, it doesn't mean the caring, and the concern, and the corny jokes that we both somehow find hilarious have to end. **Wyrda brought us together for a reason, Love. And I'm happy that it did.***
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
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