The worst kind of love is that which should not exist. Loving someone that no longer exists is the worst kind of love. Loving that which you will never see again is heartbreaking in the most total way. Unable to move on and unable to let go because of that cursed shred of hope that that person will come back. That all will be right and that person will return just as you remember them. Despite the time that has passed, despite the changes life has wrecked upon you, despite everything, loving someone that no longer exists is the worst kind of love.
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The Faults of Life
RandomJust weird things, that's it, I don't know how to explain it. They're just things to think about.
