I was just watching a random Celine Dion song, picturized by a random world citizen (Because You Love Me is the song, still desperate to get in the sappy mood, yes) and I realized something:
I refuse to become the subject of a wish-you-were-here or a I-miss-you song or that of a (you)-could-have-been-(something-big)/you-had-so-much-potential story.
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