Like the spring that comes right in time after a cold, hard winter.
Like how the red robin sings when morning comes .
Like the clovers that sprout and then withers away when their time comes.
Like the way I loved you enough to let you go.
The fact that you gave up first and ran will never change
So let’s just live every day to survive and pray that maybe in the next life I might love you a little less so that I could breathe easier and you might love me a bit more, just enough to stay.

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