worth remembering

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Almost two years ago,
I wrote a book and someone recognized me for it.
He shared my book, applauded it for my writings and believed in my capabilities.
From that point on,
a friendship bloomed.
Every time I'd write about something,
he'd be the first person to read it.
He'd share his thoughts about things with me.
We'd talk about anything under the sun.
There was so much beauty in that friendship.
Even if some things changed,
the friendship that we both had will be worth remembering.

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