I wish I were you, Suru. I know you hate to hear me say it, but all I’ve ever wanted was to be you. To hide away in your shadow. Sometimes I think that’s the problem. That I never learned to live as separate from you and I don’t know how to change that. We’re like our rings. They were forged to fit together. Now we’ve separated them and each one just looks and feels odd without the other half. Sometimes I stare at my half and I’m filled with a sense of its incompleteness. Then I think of you wearing your half and everything falls back in place. You do wear yours, don’t you? I know you do. I
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