when two things collide, it can either be a miracle, or a disaster. letting go was never easy. i know no bad intentions existed, and no ill will remains, but like all things in this world, we too had to end. i point no fingers; you have crafted a new life for yourself, and i have crafted something new as well. i do not think of you that often, but when i do, something inside me stirs. nothing good, or bad, but like the vibration of a limb i once had that is no longer there. i still hold your presence in my heart, but it remains in the darkest corner, to never be found again.
formerly yours,
the one you once knew
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