Change is the very nature of life - welcome it.

No glass ever became sand again;

No bread ever became wheat;

No ripened fruit ever became a flower. 

--Welcome change, and choose what kind of glass you create, what kind of bread you bake, and what kind of fruit you harvest. 


Meet me at our old spot. I know it's been awhile, but I think we need to talk. I'm falling again. 


I never thought this would happen.  

I never thought my old feelings for you would resurface. 

Ever. Again. 

Is this even meant to be? 

Is this even real? 

Doesn’t feel that way. 

… What if I hurt you again? 

I wouldn’t be able to live with that. And you wouldn’t either. 

So I guess I won’t—I mean, I won’t.


No, this isn’t a rebound.

At least I don’t think so—I mean, I know. 

I love you. 

I think …

I mean, I'm sure.

The End

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