But love ended. It vanished. And there was nothing left but a pile of heartbreak. What path had they trod from the sacredness of their union to get to this heap of ashes? Where had they missed a turn, gone the wrong way? Even now she wasn’t sure. Maybe all along it had been the celestial plan for it to end. You know going into every relationship that it’ll break your heart, one way or another. Maybe it won’t be until the person dies, but the heartbreak will come eventually. In spite of that, you risk love again and again. It’s not a choice.
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