Just thinking there’s more; maybe ambitious, but seems right that there has to be more, I will never feel like I’ve loved you enough. I will never feel like these embers will just stop and go out. There will always be new sparks that grow from these old sparks. They just can’t ever stop unless I have been wrong about everything.
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