What happens when you stop recognizing the person who was born into your hands, whom you have known your entire life? What happens when every step in his direction puts another set of hundred miles in between, distancing you even further than you already were? How do you keep your heart in one piece when all his looks cuts even deeper than his words? Do you ever stop wondering about what changed it all? Was it something you did or was it just fate diverging you in different directions, probably, never to reconcile again?
Do you ever get used to it?
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Friend, I set you as a contributor. Right now I am having problems with my comments so look it over and see what options you have while I try and get it fixed.
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That’s great, Ben, I will do that as soon as possible and let you know. Thank you
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My comments are up and running now!🤠🔥
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That’s very good to know, Ben! I can now add new post; so once I’ve completed writing the story I will add it as a draft so that you can review it before publishing.
Thank you 🙏🤗
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Thank you for being responsible. Seeing how you interact gibes me such confidence. I am excited about what you have to write!
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Thank you, Ben, that’s sweet of you! I am excited for this too, let’s hope I don’t fall flat on my face. 😁👍🙏🤗
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You will do well.
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A great post B;-/ I was just talking someone off a ledge today about this topic. A lot of people will relate.
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Coincidences are so interesting when they happen!
Thank you very much, dear! XOXO 💜💜❤️❤️
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Wow!!!
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You are very encouraging, Era, Thank you.
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“What happens when you stop recognizing the person who was born into your hands, whom you have known your entire life?” Wow… this is a mind-bender for me. First I thought it’s the narrator talking about their child, then I thought it was the narrator talking about a parent or sibling… as for the rest, in any relationship where there is deep caring, I can completely, wholeheartedly relate. Much love to you, dear A., and I’m *always* so thrilled whenever you’re back online… much as I would wish for anyone to find the right divide. :)) ❤️
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You are right, dear, the narrator talks about younger sibling but again the strains can be about any relationship which has deep care and love at the bottom.
Thank you so much, Lia, for your always so lovely comments and support. They truly are my treasure. 💕🙏🌻🌈
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Ah, love having the question answered, thank you!! And very much likewise, the feeling is mutual, many times over. You’re wonderfully supportive and it makes a big difference to me. 🙏🙏❤️
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♥️♥️🙏♥️♥️
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A difficult topic to mull over, I guess fate is the kindest option
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Thank you, Jude, so much for sharing your valuable insights!
I agree that fate is the kindest option but is the fate sealed?
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I don’t think, at worst, it’s a scapegoat
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As do I.
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Akanksha, thanks for a very relatable post. All the best! Cheryl
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Thank you so much, Cheryl, means a ton! 🙏🤗
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