There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go.He has left, closed the door, picked his baggage and thrown it out of the window. He let go, he's gone, life still goes on like every dawn has its dusk, it's over, it is you who stay behind and suffer, because what you are left with is memories of a love that was meant to be, a love that was.
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