The last time...
I remember the last time I saw you, without knowing it would be the last time I was seeing you.
Maybe it was for the good—because even the knowledge of it would have brought pain. Perhaps ignorance was a kind of bliss. But the cost was broken trust, and the loss of a piece of heart and empathy.
And the lesson remains the same: expectations, in whatever form they come, are dangerous.
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