... that you two aren't coming back to me. And that's okay. Because the moments of our biggest love for each other were then and probably couldn't ever be the least replicated.
I'll keep on loving you, my girl and my boy, in a sleepy kind of way, where the love is dormant and resigned when I see at night that the sky is damp reddish, and briefly and lightly kissed when I look high at the sky.
It was a beautiful, immense love for much time, ours.
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