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They say love is the most cruel thing to ever happen to someone, if it isn't with the right person. Of course, anyone would say it's true. I know it isn't, at least, that's what I thought it was.

Love to me is when two individuals would go through hell and back for one another, obviously it would be successful if they did it for each other but not when it's only one person. Sometimes loving someone means letting them go, even if it doesn't mean them ending up with you.

I know it sounds hurtful, it is. Seeing it happen, it hasn't happened to me yet, and I don't want it to. If it does then so be it. Maybe my mom was right, when someone ruins it once, never let them do it again. There's all sorts of lovers, childhood friends to lovers, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers. So many different tropes. Personally, I like enemies to lovers but this case was different.

Love,
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