You can't always be somebody's 'forever'.
Sometimes you're just their 'summer' or their 'little while' ...
Sometimes not even that.
Sometimes the closest you'll get is their 'almost' or their 'maybe'.
And when they leave, the best you can hope for is to be their 'what if' or 'remember when' ...
Because you can't always be somebody's 'forever' ...
even if they were yours.
—The Saddest Truth of All
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