I really loved how during the time we were together, not once did we ever jokingly said about parting ways. How we both thought it would be a premonition so we would never discuss it. I miss that moments. Those innocent and pure moments of love. We fell in love when we could meet each other any other day of the week. Even when we finished school, as if we're both living through the day together. Then when you and I started uni, we still managed to cope with each other. Well, my nuisance and mischievousness would prove to be a problem but you still stayed. And I couldn't have been more grateful. We managed to meet up with each other by the end of the month and try our best to spend time with each other before the day ends. And even when we're not together, I still love you. It never faltered. I tried to. With smoking and mixing with people. But none of it could even come close to us. None of them could fill that gap. Guess it was true after all not to use another to fill a void left by someone else. And now perhaps I don't mind having this empty space in me. Day by day, I try to fill it with our memories and it kinda helps. And my friends said, "you only love the person she was". Yes and no. Yes, I am indeed in love with her. And no, she hasn't changed. I still see glimpses of her when I look through her photos. I still hear that same voice on her social media. I'll just have to manage loving her like this. Seeing her happy and achieving so many beautiful things are more than enough. It's as close as to I am there. I'll try not to be petty when news comes out that she had found another. I know I wouldn't. Why would I. She is my happiness after all. Always have, always will be. And just so she knows it, I'm still here
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Poetrysome short stories, self-proclaimed poems and presumptuous writings