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With us, there were always too many false starts. I believe that what’s meant to be usually has a way of working out… and with us, it never did. Call it timing, call it fate, call it what you want. It is what it is. Sometimes in the end, the girl doesn’t always get the boy–and that’s ok. Life goes on. You know better than anyone that some love stories never get their happy ending… but it doesn’t make them any less of a love story though, does it? It doesn’t make the love the two shared any less relevant.
