you picked up the cup of coffee.
then, you took a sip of it.
enjoying the aroma of the coffee, you looked at the cup that's in your hand.
it reminded you of certain things in your past that you wished you would not remember but still, you couldn't stop yourself.
you reminisced the moments when the cup had a twin, a partner that is. the cup's soulmate. then everything seemed to fall right back into place.
the memories
Fairy tales may or may not exist.
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but we choose the way we want to start writing them.
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It's the experience that counts.
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Not the What If's.
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