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RE: Waves White and Black ...Part 1 ...A Convoluted Beginning
Ah, another of these friendships which are more ephemeral than the love that preceded them. What is truly beautiful is that, like the jackpot, sometimes one of us strikes it lucky and such a friendship grows into something more beautiful than the love was.
I have a feeling it is not meant to be this time - alas.
True, but life is hard to predict. Sometimes what we purpose isn't what we really intend at all but a nostalgic seeking after something elusive we think will fulfill us