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Everyone falls in love but few stay in love.
Freya had everything in life besides him and he had nothing in life besides her.
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"I have to do this" he said with a pained look on his face as be placed a square and soft velvety box in my hand and leaned into my ear and whispered, "Don't wait for me".
"Don't go" I muttered more to myself than him as I tried to keep the tears in which was a battle I was losing really tremendously.

Love is constructive and all powerful. It reclaims the fallen ones.