I always knew the consequences
I always imagined where this would end
I always saw the red flag flying high
I always noticed the half-laughs
I always felt the pent-up tears
Yet
I always loved you
It is no mediocre love
It is beautiful as much as it is painful
It heals as much as it hurts
It cares as much as it shuns
It fills up as much as it hollows out
You may call it a mediocre love
I call it ‘extraordinary’
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