People die - they grow old or grow apart. Sometimes it seems like the other parts of our lives, the happy ones, are just filler moments until the person you shared them with leaves. But then there are days where those in-between parts are the reason to wake up in the morning - filler or not. How can we be certain? There is only one certainty: people will always leave you. Whether by the decay of old age, a sudden tragedy, or with the words, "It's not you, it's me." And we call these farewells a parting of ways - the place where our paths, that were so close and parallel, separate.
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