You never realize how much you loved someone till they are completely torn out of your life. Love really blinds you. I don't even remember our last kiss, our last laugh, or our last deep look into each other's eyes. It's because you don't think it's going to be the last time. You think you're in love and its going to happen more than you could ever imagine. And it doesn't. Now I can't even remember our last because it wasn't supposed to be our last. There was supposed to be more and more. But no. Love blinds us."
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