Break Up

We always talk about the red strings of fate.
The invisible thread that connects our lives and touch each other’s journey.
All the beautiful, beautiful bullshit of coincidence that we never really believed in.

About how we knew each other,
Or how I fell hard for you for the last thousand days,
Or how it got us ended up being together for the hundreds of nights.

What if there was the chance, that you could be the one that was standing at the end of my red string, but instead you pulled it too far and too hard, that it had to broke apart?

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