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February 9, 2014
They were migrating.

I felt numb. We had started quarrying for the stones to build our castle called love, but all those rocks now crumbled to dust. I didn't want to give up on us, but she told me she had to. A future where we loved one another without living with each other was a future she could not afford.

A vial's worth of sympathy - that's what we got. High school love didn't matter to most grown-ups. It's something I couldn't understand, when they must have invested just as much time and thought when they were this young.