about a love so young
that it never had a chance
yet was all too real just the same.
a precursor to life's unfairness,
perhaps, a final lesson before adulthood,
that things sometimes end,
but life must continue on.
no defining point exists
upon which a love lost
ceases being what-could-have-been
and becomes what once was.
time passes, people heal,
and bittersweet memories of
your time together are sealed
for eternity in your memory.
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