Someday you are going to look back on the time you spent each day visiting me and you will quote me fondly (if you managed to love me). You will tell our stories with a smile on your face - even if they are sad ones just because we wrote and lived them together. If for some reason I was not who you thought I would be, if I ever upset you so much that you actually have the audacity to hate me you will push people away from me. You will tell them how terrible I was until you manage to make them curious enough to find me or the pieces I left behind for you. Either way you have spent enough time with me that you will create new fans for me. And either way, I will remain a part of your memory that Time can never have.
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