" The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere, they're in each other all along."
Everyday when I open my eyes, I hope: Maybe today will be better, maybe I won’t miss you as much, and my heart won’t break for the nth time. But the days come and go and except that you are still missing nothing changes at all.
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