as you left we cleared the frost from our cars just as we had so many times before. but you are not going to the places we used to go and that is how it will and should be, and i am not going to the places we used to go without you and you will leave and i will leave and our lives will resume but we will both leave with love in our eyes.
how precious a thing can be when there is uncertainty behind its repetition.
how precious a thing can be when nothing can take it away from you.
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