Through the times,
When blessed we were,
With each other's hand,
Souls so unseparable yet separated.
A mystery... An incomplete one,
Was the perfect title,
I preferred to give,
To our little connection.
It ended like it was supposed to.
How it was destined and in the fate,
Was what had happened.
Indeed time is a huge reliever and a powerful competitor.
~RFS
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