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End.

I know it's said that people can fall out of love, but I've never known.

Sure, you may not love them anymore, but how can you just stop caring? How can anyone be with someone else for months, years, and care for them, encourage them, motivate them, touch them, kiss them, then leave them behind without repercussions when they split?

I don't know. But I never kissed you. Or maybe you never kissed me.

It doesn't matter. Because I knew you.

So I suppose I don't care what people say, what the world tells me. I didn't want it to end. I didn't want any of it to end.