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“You think you belong in another time. Belong to another man. But maybe you have it all wrong. Maybe you belong here, with me.”
Love is hoarse cries. It’s anger. It’s sadness. It’s happiness and laughter. It’s everything wrapped into one. Love is one of the heaviest of words to exist.
My mom once told me to find a man who gazes at me as though I’m the sun, moon, and stars. But what she failed to tell me was how to move on from a love that spans decades.
The world will never stop tearing us apart, but there will always be a surviving trace between us.
