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Because you can never be friends with someone if you love them too much...

If destiny could bring two people together, then it could just as easily tear them apart, and, if it could tear two people apart, then it could just as easily bring them back together again. There was no beginning, middle and end to destiny. It wasn't neat and manageable. It was random and scary. It did what it wanted.

She was lost with him and lost without.

She'd spent her life trying to bend herself to fit to other people's shapes. For years she'd contorted herself into tricky positions, like those people who could fold themselves into boxes (...).