this kind of tug-o-war is not my style.
I don't think forehead kisses will ever be the same,
or come close to the meaning you gave them.
Whether we make it out of this alive, and in love is out of my hands.
I can no longer stress about it, nor worry about it in the lengths I do.
Life is passing me by, and I cannot put myself through this trauma.
You are the love of my life, quite possibly my soul mate.
Always remember: if it's mean to be, it will be.
I love you.
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