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Strangers “You know there’s only two options for our future together right? It’s either get married or we break up” “Never really thought of that.” “Do you think we’ll get married?” “Well that’s a heavy question.” “Do you think we’ll break up?” “I hope not.” “What do you think will happen if we don’t end up being together? Are we still going to keep in touch? Will we despise each other?” “I don’t know. All I hope for is, whatever happens to us, however far apart we may be from each other, we’ll be grateful that we had opportunity to cross paths. We will not only have learned something about each other, but we will have also learned something about ourselves. And that through the experiences we’ve encountered together, it will somehow shape who we are tomorrow. I think that’s the best we can wish for.” It’s shocking how we’ve become strangers, again. It didn’t used to always be like this. There was a time when our relationship had blossomed into an unstoppable force. Just him and I, ruling the world together on never ending train ride of love. Meeting him was not the smoothest of experiences. I saw a cute guy at the coffee shop; it didn’t hurt to buy him a coffee. What I didn’t plan was the accident that occurred. With a little too much eagerness and mishandling, I had burned his entire crotch area and stained his white jeans. Luckily, that didn’t stop the both of us from attending the same coffee shop the weeks after. I apologized and we exchanged numbers. Anybody would

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