It's ok, I'll forget you.
I'll forget the feeling of being heard, seen, and understood.
Forget the echoes of those laughters that made me chuckle,
And the things you said to me.
I'll let go of when you told me I was special,
How you held my hand through the crowd,
The way your gaze felt,
And how you cared for me.
I'll lose the way you made me laugh,
The moments when I didn't want to leave your side,
The way we danced, hand in hand,
And how we snuck away to watch movies, hidden from friends.
I'll forget how you defended me every time,
The way you called me pretty,
Our twisted fingers,
Your childlike smile.
I'll forget how we lifted each other up,
How many times we were more than friends,
And the moments when we were closer than we should have been.
I'll forget the way you searched for a seat by my side,
How you asked me to join you for the first time,
The lunches we shared,
And how safe I felt beside you.
I'll forget how you made me feel like a girl again.
It's okay, I'll forget it all—
I'll forget you.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Thơ ca"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
