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"I moved to Texas because I was offered a job. I was offered my dream job. How could I ask you to leave yours to follow me on my journey to live mine?"
"I would have," he tells me. "I would have followed you."
"And you would have hated me down the line."
"I didn't plan on staying in this business for this long," he admits leaning back in his seat. "I would have followed you to Texas if you asked me to. I could have of worked from there and traveled back and forth from SA to LA."
"You would have hated me down the line." I repeat.
It's the only thing it seems I can say. It's the very thing I've been telling myself for the last five years. I knew he would have gone with me if I had just asked but I also knew he would have gotten restless in Texas. He would have hated me down the line if I had asked him to go with me.
Justin was a wandering soul. He couldn't stay in one place for too long. His current occupation was proof of that. He traveled the world. A different city every week. A different state every month. A different continent every half a year.
"You were the love of my life," he says. "I would have followed you to the end of the world if you had asked me to."
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Rooftops
General FictionThey fell in love when they were young, in a city that never felt like home, at a time in their lives when they both knew nothing could be serious. But five years later, they met again, this time not on the side of the road, but on a rooftop.
