I sat down at the same spot I imagined you to be.
Once more, I let out a sigh.
I loved. And I lost.
I loved you.
I lost you.
Was it me?
Or was it you?
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Remembering You
Short StoryHey it's me, Tyrell. I'm still here, looking back at our memories... The "why's"... The "what if's"... The "I love you's" and the "I'm sorry" too... I'm still here, love... Remembering YOU. (Short entries.)
