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When the world ends, I hope you invite me to dinner.  I hope we sit under the yellow fluorescent lighting, and you tell me all the things you became, and  I'll tell you all the books I've read and things I've learned and people I've loved.  I hope that for just this small passage of time that our souls intertwine once more, you don't tell  me you regret anything.  I hope you say that it hurt to do it, but it had to be done because look at who we became and what  we did with our lives.  I hope…

Sometimes when I look into the vast beauty of the ocean, her powerful unforgiving waves, and her deep blue color,   I swear I can almost taste the salt on my tongue.   I wonder if that ever happens when you look at me.  -Madison Stewart MStewart More by this author