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Sometimes I could not stop thinking about what if me and T were still together. I might have moved in with him. We might have had a Labradoodles together in the future. He curled himself up when I woke up in the morning to catch the early train and he would mumble goodbye and ask for a goodbye kiss. But could I bear with all of it? The life as a couple, slowly sliding together towards eternity.

Perhaps it only works if I write. Nobody else fixes it.