Moving on .

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"I didn't want to let him go but I knew I had too. Don't get me wrong, letting him go didn't mean that I stopped loving him because I still do, so much. I just did what was best for us, we would have ruined each other. Sometimes I wish things would worked out differently. Maybe if I have met him under different circumstances, maybe if we had met at a different time or place things would have worked out just fine, who knows. And I know it's only been a while since I last saw him but it feels as though nothing has changed. When I look at our pictures I still suffocate in his brown eyes, I still melt at his charming smile. Letting him go is slowly destroying me, but I know that holding would have killed me."

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