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My hope is if we add up the “one mores”, they will equal a lifetime. And i’ll never have to get to the part where I let you go.

But that’s not real is it? There are no more “one mores”. I met you when everything was new and exciting and the possibilities of the world seemed endless. And they still are. For you. For me. But not for us.

Somewhere between then and now, here and there, I guess we didn’t just grow apart, we grew up.

When something breaks, if the pieces are large enough you can fix it. Unfortunately sometimes, things don’t break, they shatter. But when you let the light in, shattered glass will glitter. And in those moments, when the pieces of what we were catch the sun, i’ll remember just how beautiful it was. Just how beautiful it will always be. Because it was us. And we were magic.