Things get outdated. You think it's not going to happen, not to you. You think your love, your friendship, your work, your passion -- they're timeless. Not me, you say. But yes, you. And everyone else. That's what life is. Time, passing. Time, changing. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse, but always, always moving.
I think it's beautiful, even when it hurts.
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