No matter what I felt like, and believed I couldn't make through, I was somehow able to keep moving forward. Time has a funny way of working like that, despite how hard it may feel. I was able to still live, and enjoy those small moments for me that I had stopped when I first met him.
In a sense I lost my little spark that made me unique, because I allowed that spark to ignite the relationship we shared.
As much as I want to hate him, can I really?
He was my bestfriend, and I know I was that too him.
We just weren't enough for each other for more.
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