Friendship Quote #6441000
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A conversation that both killed me, and saved me: him; moving
A conversation that both killed me, and saved me:
him; moving on with never be talking to you again... I could never move on.
me; to me, moving on is when you find someone else to love.
him; oh.
me; yea, you've moved on.
him; who says I can't move back?
me; you've made yourself clear.
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posted November 21, 2012 at 5:11pm UTC tagged with friendship
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