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Maybe ours was never supposed to become anything more. Maybe we were only meant to remember each other. Maybe that's why it hurts: because we never had the chance to ruin it. It stayed pure in its own tragic, beautiful way.
You were my almost.
My lesson and my ache.
And if I ever pass by the places we once shared-if I ever hear Paradise playing in the background-I'll smile. Not because it doesn't hurt anymore, but because I'm grateful it happened. Even if we never got to say all we wanted. Even if you loved someone else while I was learning how to love you quietly.
So this is not a goodbye.