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Felicia, we are one of those cliche love stories, but unlike them ours have a sad ending.
the late night dances under the moonlight, with your silk skirt kissing the grass and my old Loafers stepping on your feet as we turn around with our hearts as the beat were all left as memories.
Felicia, you forget the promise we made every 3 AM with our fingers intertwined, we promise we'll defy fate, but you ran away when I left town and I came back for you but you're in someone else's arms.
"we were born from different skies, but I never realized you would left me in our haven just like that, but Felicia, I'm happy for you"
