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Some things aren't meant to be
no matter how well they fit the picture
or complete the puzzle
The world works in mysterious ways
In ways that sometimes
we won't understand
But remember there's always a lesson
Things happen for a reason
For a better version of ourselves to be established
To open ourselves to new perspectives
To remind ourselves that love
isn't meant to be perfect or to last forever
it's meant to break us,tear us apart
until we can longer be teared.
Make us cry,beg,make us feel like nothing this exquisite
will ever come our way again.
And that's the point
To have a spoonful of how love is suppose to be
That way we're prepared for the right one
Some people walk into our lives and
show us this and they make it feel like the right one
and you might think a love like this will never exist again
But it will ,And it will be twice as beautiful ,twice as charming
And as I will forever be a hopeless romantic...
T.H
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