Do you think I can have one more hug? I'll find closure in your hug, then I'll go. Maybe also one more meal, movie time, and one more sleepover. I'll be full and happy, and we can part. But in between the chaos, maybe we can lie in bed one more time? One more prolonged moment where time suspends indefinitely as I rest my head on your chest or you on mine. My hope is that if we add up the "one mores," they will equal a lifetime, and I'll never have to get to the part where I let you go. But that's not real, is it? There are no more " one mores". I met you when everything was new and exciting, and the possibilities of the world seemed endless. And they still are. For you, for me. But not for us. Somewhere in between there and then, here and now, I guess we didn't just grow apart, we grew up. When something breaks, if the pieces are large enough, you can fix it. Unfortunately, sometimes things don't break, they shatter. But when you let the light in, shattered glasses will glitter. And in those moments, when the pieces of what we were catch the sun, I'll remember just how beautiful it was. Just how beautiful it will always be. Because it was chaotic. It was us. And we were magic. Always and forever.
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