ortega y cassette

loserskeepers:

From a very young age I knew that she was going to die. I hadn’t met her yet but I knew I would and she would be perfect and eventually she would die. Then I did meet her, and she was indeed perfect. All love clichés were applicable to us: we were soulmates, she completed me, we made each other better. This, predictably, made the unavoidability of her death even more painful. Every night before falling asleep I’d imagine the day of her death.

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