They both loved each other relentlessly, but in their own language. While each spoke their own tongue, the heart it failed to touch. Urges submerged in pain, distance digging pits one couldn't possibly cross, they looked into each other's eyes, one last time, hoping to let go. The promises, the dreams, the laughter, the pain, too severe and severing.
How could you say goodbye to a good old habit?
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