Who knows? Maybe someday we’ll pass each other on the street again. And maybe you’ll be holding the hand of the woman lucky enough to be your wife and maybe I’ll be holding the leash of a large dog that attempts to take your place beside me in bed every night. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll smile at each other like we used to because we know… We know that even if things didn’t work out and even if we weren’t meant to be like we thought, we were still one of the greatest things that ever happened to each other.
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