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You were not the only one. You were not the first. You will not be the last.
But dear, I'll always love you the best.
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You're the sun. I orbit you. Dusty and dry, lacking the qualities you needed. I'm not habitable. I'm cruel and hazardous.
But the sun burns so bright.
Others were our stars; our history. Our backstory. The girls you fucked that I pretended to like. The guys I fucked that you hated.
The stars looked like your fireplace lit with candles. They looked like a ferry trip. They looked like your face when I came home at two in the morning, stinking like beer and disappointment. They look like the smile when I first called your place home. They looked like the tears in your eyes when you told me you loved me for the first time. The last time.
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The sun burns out. It will evolve into bigger, brighter things. But for now it has no orbit. A self implosion is needed, to turn it into something greater.
Until it finds another star to feed.