It cuts to twenty years in the future from now and this shit is a distant memory, both of them have moved on with someone else and they’re happy, they don’t even really remember much of this time or each other, just snippets here and there of a few concrete memories, some of the emotions, because so much more life and people have been experienced after that that this is just another part. They just don’t really think about it at all because they are different people and they’ve grown, those shoes, clothes, bodies, and emotions don’t fit them anymore but like a well worn sweater their sentiments and nostalgia are somewhere to be found when they are looked for, fondly thought of, the pain no longer there, the regret already reconciled with, all that’s left is the relief and pride of having been able to get through that tough time. And now they’ve so much life yet to live with someone they each love and cherish.
Ohhhh nooo, no you did read right, it was best ending but after I saw your reply I was like I gotta change the title because this is probably confusing, I’m sorry for unintentionally gaslighting you
It cuts to twenty years in the future from now and this shit is a distant memory, both of them have moved on with someone else and they’re happy, they don’t even really remember much of this time or each other, just snippets here and there of a few concrete memories, some of the emotions, because so much more life and people have been experienced after that that this is just another part. They just don’t really think about it at all because they are different people and they’ve grown, those shoes, clothes, bodies, and emotions don’t fit them anymore but like a well worn sweater their sentiments and nostalgia are somewhere to be found when they are looked for, fondly thought of, the pain no longer there, the regret already reconciled with, all that’s left is the relief and pride of having been able to get through that tough time. And now they’ve so much life yet to live with someone they each love and cherish.