And even after all this time, that connection was reignited the second I laid eyes on him. It didn’t matter that we’d done and said unforgivable things. I knew down to the marrow of my bones that he was mine and I was his. But just because it felt like we were meant to be, it didn’t automatically mean we could work it all out; it didn’t mean there was ever a possibility we would last. This was our life now. Strangers connected by history and circumstance. Strangers who could maybe start from scratch and try to be friends. Start fresh. Start something different, something new. But just like
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