Ours is the same old story that everybody knows: one heart holding on; one heart letting go. You want to “try” again like we’ve done fifty times. I know if we do it won’t turn out any different. It’s time we accept we don’t belong together. I am letting you go my Darling. J.J.

A sad thing in life
is that sometimes
you meet someone
who means a lot to you
only to find out in the end
that it was never bound to be
and you just have to let go.
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