When I think about the best parts of us, before it all, I think about something so pure. When all I felt towards you was affection. When what you saw in me was a future. After most relationships we mourn. We have to deal with the loss of the relationship we built. The memories, the person. But you have always been different. And even after it all you are different. Because what I mourn over is our connection. It wasn’t built. It was already there. Untouched, unbroken and pure. Darling, if souls are made from stardust, we came from the same star.

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