"If you had the same dream, I'll do the same."
If my dream meant losing you, I'd give it up in a heartbeat. For what is the use in dreaming, or having a dream, if I can't be with you.
But that's just me, I can't stand in the way of your dream. This is the immovable force, pity I'm lesser than a career.
I guess that's it for me.
I'm crying again, crying my heart out. But what's the use? If letting you go will prove how much I love you; so be it.
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