Sometimes we're swept in the idea of being in love with the other that we fail to see when it is no longer present.
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We simply let each other slip through our very fingers, that once our pinkies locked once again we clung to them for dear life. We were bounded by a simple thread that was reaching its peak of a tear. Him and I both knew it, that our thread was bound to break; but we carried on, as if we were tied in a knot that couldn't unravel at the seams.
