If only I had a sharper memory, I would have given my hundred percent care to you. If only I remember how you avoided the elevator even if that would make you save your time and power. I wish I have stayed beside you and held your hand in the midst of your panic attack and made you feel better.
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Events
PoetryA series of events that explores three stages of unrequited love. Written by my younger self. This has nothing to do with me now.
