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She knew his smile was fake, “do you love her?”
“Does it matter?”
“Love is all that matters.”
“Only when they love you back.”
“And she doesn’t, is that the answer you’re looking for?”
“Once maybe, how do you forget someone you wanted to share every good, bad, and weird thought with? Even found myself in a church looking for answers and only empty voices talked down on me.”
She refilled the barely touched beer and one of her own. “You never do. They are a part of you, in the grand scheme of our story. There are people who even if they don’t know it, we still wake in the middle of the night with their voice whispering in our ear and the taste of their breath on our lips. And we wait, years sometimes, even when we know nothings coming.” She raised her glass in a toast.