Figuring out when one will get over a lost one is impossible. Each one leaves a trail in your life and heart impossible to scrub away... a piece of you they have taken away when they decide to walk away...
Maybe I'll know for sure when I stop looking at midnight-blue sedans and then looking around at the number plate...
Slowly but surely, my heart will stop to skip a beat when it sees such a car rolling by.
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