I used to think that parting was leaving someone you didn't love. One day, when I grew up, I realized that there is a kind of farewell—leaving the person you love. There is a kind of goodbye—brushing away tears, not daring to look back.
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I used to think that parting was leaving someone you didn't love. One day, when I grew up, I realized that there is a kind of farewell—leaving the person you love. There is a kind of goodbye—brushing away tears, not daring to look back.