For all of the almosts and maybes and could-have-beens that come out at night and still haunt you, after all these years. For a future lost and a promise broken and a flame that won't die no matter how cold the city gets.
(remind me of this. That night we kissed, and I really meant it.)

An unsubtle narrative for the Teen Titans episode and the lost 20 years, for one person in particular, anyways.

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