Married for 13 years. Still in love, but struggling. So many paths we could go.
Any conversation
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Stories always begin this way: a chance encounter, completely unexpected. Stories always end this way: two flowers bloom, then drift apart. (by Zhang Jiajia, I Belonged to You)

