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"I don't know at all what to think of the world. Maybe that's the point. You live in it because you don't understand it, and the whole time you're just trying to figure it out. At least figure something out, anything out actually. Do you think that's what love really is? Two people mutually deciding that they are tired of trying to figure it all out on their own. But there's more to it, there's feelings and moments that change you, as though you've never been awake before. Would you doubt what was between you when one of you were gone? Would you have said what you wanted to say? Would you have done everything you wanted to do? Or would you have hold back, waiting for a better moment, or that there will always be more moments. There is a series of continual moments that I've let pass by. What if there's never another moment? Then what?"