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Recently started talking to someone again that meant a great deal to me, but timing and location set us apart and our relationship never happened. This is one of those times you wish you knew then, what you know now. Six years and somehow not a moment passed in my head that I knew I missed something. It's like leaving the house to go on a trip and even though you double checked everything, you walk out the door and you just know, you just know you forgot something. That relationship was my toothpaste. The thing I left behind, the thing I needed everyday and should never be forgotten. I left it behind, time passed and it got replaced like so many other things in my life. How would things be different if I just remembered to bring my toothpaste on this trip called life.
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