New Chapter.

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I could write a book about our love story, how we met and fell in love. I can also tell you how we left our book open and unfinished. The last three years have gone by so quickly. We lived separate lives. You had a girlfriend, and I had a boyfriend. Both failed to last. Both were unsuccessful. You moved on. I'm getting over my previous relationship. My heart was shattered, and I'm still picking up the pieces of my susceptible heart. 

I was still clearing out the cobwebs in my heart when you came back, asking me to finish the book of our love. I was hesitant, but you were persistent. Our story is frenzied and twitchy. We began talking again, as we had done since 2011. We talked about the joys and pitfalls of life for hours, or until our batteries died. We began sharing our shameless selfies' again as we continued to uncover our souls without fear of being judged. We began to rekindle the flame, remembering the times we had shared but had forgotten. It was a virtual and fleeting passion.

I know our love story is unlike that of other couples, but those who have been in a long distance relationship understand the pain, fear, and excitement. Despite the fact that I am still wounded from my last battle with Cupid, you invited me to stay with a thousand promises. You planned to start over, to move together and build our own beautiful haven. 

I'm terrified of our history. I still despise the distance and the ocean that divides us. You warned me not to hold back. I overthink things. You keep the balance.

But I doubt I'll be able to keep our book open. I'm not ready to start scribbling new stories on each blank page, and I'm not willing to risk another long-distance relationship. One thing is certain: I would like to keep you as my good one true friend.

Ash