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I met him when I was at my worst. I was ready to jump when he grabbed my hand and pull me into a hug. It lasted for a couple of minutes. Then, he yelled; saying things that I'm tired of listening. I was in complete frustration so I yelled back. Fighting back as I tried to hold back my tears.

He looked calm yet concerned, and that what makes him special. And I did just what he said, remember to live.

Since then, he became my official and favourite listener. We met every weekends, at our favourite coffee shop, telling each other stories until midnight. We kept our promises, to live.

Years passed and we still carry on. But, rather than friends, we became lovers. I remember when he asked me to move into his apartment, right after we make it official.

And I did say yes because why not? When you fall in love, you felt so happy and unaware. Unaware that one day, that love will soon be gone. And that's exactly what happened to me.

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