How can we move on if the person who taught us how to love is the one we have to let go of?
It's been a year now.
Everyday I wake up, I hope you'd call.
Everywhere I go, I look for you.
Everynight, I dream about you.
Maybe one day I'll see you again, and it won't hurt as much.
Maybe one day I'll hear your name and smile, instead of feeling the ache.
But for now, I'm still holding on to the memories, trying to figure out how to move forward without you, even though a part of me still hopes you'll come back.
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