“Ja. Yeah, I do. Not all the time, but ya know..” He shrugs his shoulders and decides to kick back what’s left in his glass with a small hum of content at the burn that followed. Not a strong as straight, but still something warm and fondly familiar. “When ya do somethin’ you’re passionate about for a long time, then ya change your life completely and stop.. sorta leaves a bit of a hole in ya.”
“I get what you mean. I think that change definitely leaves something missing …and it can’t readily be replaced.“ It was a feeling that Saima had been familiar with as of lately. Although their passion wasn’t quite in the same place, they knew leaving was for the best in the long run. Even that knowledge though couldn’t replace a lot of the loss that seemed to come with the territory,
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