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<entry><title>Loving someone, knowing down to the day when you will leave them. (personal)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/ALiXoV3rDoS3/writeups/Loving+someone%252C+knowing+down+to+the+day+when+you+will+leave+them."/><id>http://everything2.com/user/ALiXoV3rDoS3/writeups/Loving+someone%252C+knowing+down+to+the+day+when+you+will+leave+them.</id><author><name>ALiXoV3rDoS3</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/ALiXoV3rDoS3</uri></author><published>2012-06-07T18:04:25Z</published><updated>2012-06-07T18:04:25Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Recently I've found myself asking only one question, How can I &lt;a href=&quot;/title/love&quot;&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; her so much, knowing that it will end soon and I know exactly when?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So, &lt;a href=&quot;/title/here+is+the+story&quot;&gt;here is the story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It would be probably around 9 or so years ago, I was quite young, I mean very young, primary school. There was this girl, something about her &lt;a href=&quot;/title/quirky&quot;&gt;quirky&lt;/a&gt; attidute and differences from everyone else I knew drew me to her. Though I was far too young to understand any form of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/love&quot;&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; except that for family, I didn't know how to place it in my mind. Ofcourse, as the years progressed it all started piecing together, &lt;em&gt;I loved her&lt;/em&gt;. Well, 12 year old me thought so, though I was too afraid to ever tell her, so she just remained that person that knew me by name.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She moved towns, and I moved on, but something somewhat expectable happened, thanks to the miracles of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/facebook&quot;&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;, mutual friends and the Add Friend button, we started talking again... From opposite sides of the country, being &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Australia&quot;&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt;, her in Perth, myself&amp;hellip;</content>
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