An Affair to Remember (iv)

I loved him for who he is, and I hate him for what I’ve become. To recognize a stranger you’ve never met before, to care for someone you know absolutely nothing yet everything about, it is a relation that defies all reason. Few will ever know what it means to be kindred, and if my life till this point had semblance of purpose or essence then know this to be such. For that alone is enough, and ever will I be grateful..

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