“I love you. I think the hardest thing to accept
is that love doesn’t mean compatibility.”
Someone knew.
Someone wrote it down.
Someone left it
for us to find.
Love was never the question.
Love was there in abundance—
spilling over, drowning them both
But love just watched
as they tore each other apart
with different needs,
different speeds,
different ways of being human.
Love just watched
as they tried to make it work—
tried so fucking hard—
until trying was all they had left.
Someone knew
that love would stay
long after they walked away.
That they’d carry this person forever
Someone knew.
Someone wrote it down.
Someone left this truth
in a Berlin bathroom—

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