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we're all ships that pass each other in the night

The Bay Of Naples by Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky Ever so often I lie awake at night and think about how everyone in my life is a delicate product of chance, serendipity and agency. Of all the places I could’ve been, I was here. Of all the people I could have met, I met you. I’m inherently romantic at heart and don’t hide it too well. But there’s always a tension between the romantic part of me that wants you to stay — and the deep, pragmatic side of me that knows there’s never a guarantee that anything will last. Not chemistry. Not magnetism. Not the future, nor the past. Everything…

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