Everything about us was a result of perfect timing.
And yet somehow we knew our time would never come.
Our destruction, seamless.
Separation, mind-blowing…
Shhh…
Listen. Listen carefully.
Our love has always felt like a silent inaudible scream cast from a steady metronome.
It dictates the haunting ups and downs of our togetherness.
A consistent beat of love and hate within a distortion of passion and discomfort.
If that makes any sense.
Everything about us was a result of perfect timing.
And yet somehow we knew our time would never come.
Our destruction, seamless.
Separation, mind-blowing.
In the end, we gave in to the criticism.
Not of other people but the melancholic tone of music playing in our heads,
telling us that we can never be together…
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