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For a long time I was in love.
Not only in love, I was obsessed.
With a friendship that no one else could touch.
It didn't work out.

If we met tomorrow for the very first time.
Would it start all over again?
Would I try to make you mine?

Now all those simple things are simply too complicated for my life.
How I get so faithful to my freedom? When all I ever wanted was the simple things.
A simple kind of life.