He was my upside down Tarot cards, my postcard from Paris. It was a sike out of what I really wanted. I always try to believe everything happens for a reason, but sometimes I think I would have been okay if he had never crossed my path. I don't need to burn any bridges for the journey is always forward, but I certainly don't need to cross them again, especially when there are so many bright promises on the road ahead.
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