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I knew this girl once. She was fascinating - she could bend boys around her finger without a thought, dreaded their eventual confessions of love, would always be friends with them afterwards. She dated, and when she fell she fell hard. But if it got too tough she'd quit them, almost without a thought it seemed. I only saw her cry after leaving a guy once, and they never left her. She had it made.

And then you know what she did? She went and she fell in love, harder and deeper and faster than she ever had. It was good for her, too, kept her sane during the last month of a school year when she'd been thinking about buying a pistol or running to Canada for too long. Then she did the next, most predictable thing in the world, which was, fuck it up. They'd started fighting, too much pressure in the new year, they just couldn't handle it well, their relationship changing, and she got scared. Ran to one of those boys, the type she was used to, and hoped it would help. Maybe she'd get over this love, too, and maybe things would go back to the way she was used to. Maybe she'd forget that great love.

Didn't happen. Couldn't happen. When you love someone the way she did, well, that's the end of it. Your life, without that person, is gone. A love like that is permanent, life-changing. It's the kind of love that you can never move on from, you can never get over. The kind of love that makes people get married and stay together, for fifty years, and then when they die and come back - they find each other again, their souls in different bodies, and really they're together for eternity. She couldn't escape that, and once she came to her senses she realized she didn't want to. She wanted that love, she could never hope to find that love with someone else.

Of course she went back, are you kidding? It took her four months to get him back for good, though, and a lot of pain and crying and convincing too. It's hard to win a man back, harder if you've broken his heart, but she let him break hers in return. It wasn't quite even but it was right, more right than they knew.

Now? Where are they now? How the hell should I know? Off somewhere, happy, I'm sure, dreaming dreams and making children the way they were made to. Just hope you find a love like that, child. It's what'll complete you, and all of us, a love like that.