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I asked him if I was “the one,” half-teasing, half-hoping, but maybe love is less about recognition and more about repetition: two people choosing, until one day, it’s true.
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Perhaps in a utopia where interactions are frictionless, friendly breakups could lead to friendships, but in this world, I severed the connection completely. Out of sight, out of mind – and at last, out of orbit.
