I remember the day you left. You were gone for a long time, and I had started to miss you.

But contrary to what I had expected, it was us who came to see you.

But you weren't happy to see us.

I should've expected that, however. After all, you were having the time of your life without us. That must have been enough of a warning to make me doubt our happily ever after.

But I was stupid. Stupid and naïve. Stupid for thinking you'd want anything to do with us. Naïve for thinking you'd be happy to see us.

Hope is dangerous, I've come to realise. I wish I didn't have such high hopes, although some would say that hoping for your love wasn't too much of a big thing.

But I should've known.

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