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He seemed to think she was a vase that could break and be glued back together,
how exhausted she was by the pretense of ordinary life.
She smiled at the memory, even as it saddened her to think that somewhere along the way their dreams had untangled, gone on separate paths.
The conversation they needed to have was out there, like a storm cloud, gathering mass in the distance.
Every choice changed the road you were on and it was too easy to end up going in the wrong direction.
life—and love—can be gone any second. When you had it, you needed to hang on with all your strength and savor every second.
