when you're at the brink between giving up and not giving up, it's a tough thing to go through. cause if you just gave up, it wouldn't hurt and therefore, it proves that it didn't mean that much to you since you've given up. and if you don't give up, it tells that you're only hurting yourself from believe it is more than what it means to you so you hold onto it until it kills you.
for some years, i believed i could hold onto her, always. for other few years, life happened and i almost let go and i almost didn't. and for recent years, i tried to tell myself, "let go of her, it's over, she left seven years ago so you must let go."
but i didn't.
and there she is, beside me. she looks older of course but still the same, although as much as she looks the same, i wonder if she's still the same girl i once knew. i don't think she is cause the way her fawn colored hair falls slightly across her shoulders, the way she's staring at the glistening light of the moon- shows she's the same girl but different.
and then i fell.
"OH, i didn't realize another person's here too, sorry, i was just-.." and then we look, we look at each other.
and then i flew.
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