So it has ended
And the thing we called love will only remain a distant memory
Nothing lasts forever, my dear
And I'm sorry it had to end this way
We were trying to provide things to each other that distance was taking from us
Sometimes, things don't work out
But maybe in the future some day, my dear
When we aren't silly teenagers
When the distance will no longer exist.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 11:13 AM UTC
So it has ended
And the thing we called love will only remain a distant memory
Nothing lasts forever, my dear
And I'm sorry it had to end this way
We were trying to provide things to each other that distance was taking from us
Sometimes, things don't work out
But maybe in the future some day, my dear
When we aren't silly teenagers
When the distance will no longer exist.
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