Undo;
This isn't a stupid programming algorithm or whatever in your coding language to undo it or go back to those days again to forget you.
Because I was fucking very much mature and was too late to realise what I felt was too dumb all these years.
I can't help but blame myself.
Like I always did.
And you came to prove to me again like always that I'm born to blame myself for everything that happened in my life.
Out of all, you knew what I went through even after losing my close people.
It was hard to move on.
You knew it.
I was in a delusion that you helped me, I guess.
Because I wished you on your birthday and was very happy to get a response from you.
I thought we were all set.
Not realising there was always something that comes in between whenever I loved someone, trying to be my close one.
And man I was sure.
Because the next day, you met with an accident.
I was happy to find out you weren't severely injured.
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Short StoryA simple warm story. Unconfessed and unsaid things by both. But mostly, here it lies the things you wish you could've told. You'll get back on your feet someday, even if it's not today. You'll move on. Description - None of the pictures belong to m...
