And while we sulked and moped, we fell two continents apart. We became two peninsulas on the far ends of the Earth. In between what could have been is a far-flung, spread-out deep sea of greek and misery. This sea we talk of has become as salty as the tears we let go of and as deep as the scars it has spawned. We continued to be connected however by the air we breathe, the memories that hunt us and the love that we used to share. But no matter the size or grand of a bridge, not a single one would work if no one would let go of his pride and pass. In the end, we were all just sheer human beings too proud to make ourselves vulnerable.
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