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And then your face will drop, the cheesy grin that seemed so prevalent now hardened and marred with darkness.

"You’ll fall in love," you’ll say. It'll be a statement; words said with such conviction and certainty there's little room for doubt. Not that you could doubt the words, anyway. You'll know they're real, because you said them.

You’ll swallow hard, internally closing down on emotions left only to reign in nightmares, and your voice will sound a little harder when you speak, this time. "You'll fall in love, and it will destroy you."

There will be a nod.

“I know.”