Do you remember how we used to say to each other "Just get through the goddamn day"? How it was something that only you and I understood fully, and how we would never tell it or explain it to anyone else? Remember those days we had work? And we would say "Just get through the goddamn shift"? I remember laughing a bit, I remember when you were working. I treasured talking to you because we mean what we say and I can believe fully that we were honest. I still treasure talking to you for that same reason. I do not consider you still feeling that same way any more, about your shifts, and about your life, and it makes me feel truly sad to think how I wish you were truly sad again like me.
A love story
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A Love Story, if told correctly, will do nothing less than ruin your heart.
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