Thank you for reminding me how great flip-flops are
Thank you for the days that I woke up with a smile
Thank you for being my muse, and inspiring me to write all that I did about you
Thank you for those beautiful books that you told me about
Thank you for getting me to read classics
Thank you for erasing my memories of the past
Thank you, as in thanks, for nothing
Because if it wasn’t you, it would have been someone else
LITTLE TALKS 
This is precisely what I will struggle to understand – how someone can be so ambiguous in the face of kindness or affection. Or maybe the problem lies within us – maybe our hopes are attached to the very thing that will inadvertently let us down. Maybe to dissappoint is an innate human characteristic. Although I hope it’s something we can un-learn through careful introspection and fine tuning.
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