I thought maybe we'd meet at the crater for our first rendezvous. Formed 62,000 years ago, it seemed like something magical and otherworldly, just like she made me feel in those early days.
But the crater was too far and so we met some other place and hardly met again after that.
You see, she was real and our problems were real and that sadness that all of it caused was real and there was nothing magical or otherworldly about any of it.
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