I see his eyes, bright with life adnfire, and I know he won't stop fighting. Even if it's the kind of quiet fight on the inside that you can't always see. And I won't stop fighting either.
Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.
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Is falling in love with someone's story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?
It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.
And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.
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In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.